Hanging out in someone else's dream
It was snowing when
spatch came home tonight; I saw the flakes falling as I opened the window and called out to him. He announced himself as Balto, bringing my medication through the snow. (We know it was Togo who did the longest and hardest stretch of the run.) There is a thin blanket lying on the cars and the sidewalk now, over the dead leaves; it finally looks something like winter in New England. The occasional flake is still falling. I don't want to lose these seasons.

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Lovely!