Amanda!! I think I might owe you an email. How are you doing? What's shaking?
Up here, summer is winding down. Now there is nothing left to look forward to. The signs of death and despair are all around. It creeps in bit by bit, as the morose brown edges of where life once existed in formerly verdant foliage march ever closer to the inward parts of the flora all around me, smothering and suffocating it to the very core. The inevitable desolation is irrevocably methodical, torturously slow and calculated. And before all life has gone out of the land, in a cruel twist of fate the elements will bury alive what little life remains beneath a white blanket of death.
So are you looking forward to the Feast? Where are you staying?
Anyway, have an awesome week!
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