Ah...October. My favorite month. I'm guessing that the air is beginning to get a bit crisp in the mornings where you are. Perhaps, you've already caught a whiff of chilly decay as it rises up from the ground and drops down from the trees. The sky is bluer, less humidity, than it was a month ago. On Friday nights, you can hear cheering carry through the air as it comes down from the high school football fields of your town. The leaves have a tinge of color. Birds are moving in mass through the air. That old jacket came out of the closet the other day.
Here we have Octubre, instead. It's not the same, I assure you. I miss October. My sisters were born in October.
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the botis here, yep, i'm a lover. i am a passionate passionate man. it's unbelievable how much love and passion is in me on a daily, hourly, minutely basis. passion is something that is nice, and it is a very good one. they bother are a good one. at the same time. not one, but each a good one. and i wanted to say that i also like october. i love it. i am passionate about it.
I too am in a foreign country where there are no crisp mornings, no pretty leaves, and no october sisters; but i am trying to learn "whatever state I'm in therein to be content". Maybe if I begin to bloom where I'm planted, He'll transplant my again..... Love and prayers. kr
BOTIS!
WHAT are you smoking?! Your insanely random, self-riddled comments are KiLliNg me...
dear natalie, it's the botis. i am smoking sage, like as in...WISDOM! it is also an herb, an herb that smells good when you smoke it. it's not like the other leaf that makes you kite fly, but it is like you're cooking a good dish of something good. the botis is very narcissistic. stephen has been trying to get me to calm down, but i poop on his head real good.
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