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- It's become dark, and cold. I made soup tonight, crying, and now my house smells and my head is all stuffy. I went for a run, did laundry, painted, cleaned, did my finances, made my bed. I should have put up my storm windows, perhaps. Should have. Turns out, I'm not any good at this, even though I've gone through it many times. I had wild thoughts of moving back to California, just to follow the sun. If Australia weren't so unattainable to me I'd have gone back there a thousand times. God.
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