The sky is perfectly blue this morning. The leaves are suddenly gold and orange, and many trees are already bare. This autumn has been an odd one for me, and winter is almost here. I slept deeply last night, and awoke with a head full of fantasies.

“And then he dreams of cutting foreign throats, drums in his ear, and then he wakes and being thus frightened swears a prayer or two, and sleeps again.”

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