The heat is on. My apartment smells like a furnace that has just started up for the first time this season. It is October first. mmmm... I
love the smell of October. Reach into my closet and find the green hooded sweater. Pause briefly for a memory of Iowa. It is hard to resist a sudden urge to pull an unread book of my shelf to read. I must prepare the journal. The heat is definitly on.
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