Drear

[rejectomorph]

I sat on the sunny back porch this afternoon. The air was cool enough to keep the flies away, so I didn't have to keep an eye on my glass of orange juice. Even without the flies, I was distracted from the Sunday paper. October kept rustling dry leaves at me, so I was compelled to watch them flutter earthward. Later, the afternoon clouded up and, though no rain has been predicted, it almost seems as though I might get to see some water falling earthward. Ah, how delightfully gloomy the day has become! I think this augers well for October.

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[diapholom.livejournal.com]

your contemplations are better than anything ernest hemingway has ever written
but your writing style is in the "faded southern fabrics" categorizable

[rejectomorph]

It's the wallpaper I grew up with. Partly my wardrobe, too, but mostly the wallpaper.