Nothing much happens: bedtime stories to help you sleep
Window Weather
Katherine Nicolai
The outdoor lights I'd leave up until a very nice weekend rolled around, say in March, when it was a joy to be outside for a few hours and let myself appreciate the process of untangling the strands and boxing them up. I circled past the skating rink in downtown and saw that not a single soul was out on it today.
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