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Friday, September 06, 2002 Fall is wheedling its way into everything. This morning, the chill permeated my room because I left the window open the night before. I woke up wanting to stay huddled under the blankets. The trees are showing signs of changing color--the tips are already orange. And outside, when I breathed out, I swore I saw a faint white mist coming out of my nose. [posted by S. Y. Affolee on 5:43 AM : ]
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