It's so lovely late at night. Winters are dry here, even when it's raining. Not that it's raining now.

It's the middle of February, who is the Queen of Hearts, and here I am trying to write September-cum-October. With much twirling of batons and lolling of tongues and things.

But here it is, later than the late show, and I feel so Wonderful and Good for the hotness that is this minute, I had to share it with the ether, these corners, and yes.

<<agé chose>>

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