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It unsettles me when November feels like June. It unsettles me, this college weather. Time for classrooms and pajamas and Eliot. And coffee at ten-thirty everyday. But its just as nice to stay indoors and paint. Only, I miss the stones and the quad that shines like glass.
Such rain. I wish I had the right book to read that I haven't read fifteen times before.

Good morning, all. I know its not morning at all but still feels like it :)

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