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The same sleepy day again
Aug. 13th, 2004 11:45 amFriday 13th. They always seem to fall in August. I can already feel Summer leaving us and making way for Autumn. Radio stations that play classical music devote themselves to string pieces by Vivaldi (Concerto for the Emperor) and long requiems. Marie Antoinette's jewels were stolen by a teenager. The girl was caught; the jewels were cursed.
I'm sitting on my bed, under the covers. I can see the top of the few trees that grow from a small patio outside our apartment. Some of their leaves are already brass-coloured. The sky is grey and I just know there won't be any sun today, no matter what the weather man says.
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I'm sitting on my bed, under the covers. I can see the top of the few trees that grow from a small patio outside our apartment. Some of their leaves are already brass-coloured. The sky is grey and I just know there won't be any sun today, no matter what the weather man says.
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