Head is filled with work and I have had pacey books to read on the bus so I don't have any idle thoughts.
The weather is perfect, and the leaves are starting to turn.
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So, is reading actually more important than living? It's so hard to tell.
About Me
- Penthe
- I live in the heart of the nation and do a lot of filing. The husband and the son like to read a lot. So do I.
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- Nothing to do and nothing to say
- What did I do in a past life?
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2 comments:
Autumn time... and the acorns are crunchy...
I love this time of year. I come to life again after spending summer merely surviving.
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