Ho, November. Grey
and wet. Rainy morning. A cold spell coming - at least colder than the recent loveliness. The wind has a bitter edge already.
A couple of Amish men downtown this morning at Stellmachers' Lumber. How far have they come?
Wind in the flag at work - west to east. The flag is wet. The tail edge of it, a little ragged. We are all a little ragged.
Love sharpens the knife. Slice the tomato.
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