I love the fall. Old Man October grinning in his skin cloak and his David Carradine hair, cackling like the Mad Coyote in the Green Waistcoat that he is and leering at me a little for allowing him to be captured by pirates and netted up, locked in a jack in the box and dragged around in terrible ways. But he'll forgive me because it's all Plot Device anyway. And it will be over soon.

Apple Pancakes are ready, Wenchmade, and I should go and eat them. Yes.

<<agé chose>>

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