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Our September has cozied itself up to me like a warm cat on a hot day. I long for the quiet of the August that slipped through my fingers when I wasn’t looking. This evening the sleep that I used to run to in times of trouble is skittering away from my eyelids. Lately I have felt a presence close by; I see it out of the corner of my eye, but when I look it is gone.

 
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