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Everything feels so temporary in autumn. Around this time, I usually have these bizarre quixotic dreams whirring in my brain, but they’ve fallen dormant since the summer and I have no idea why. Otherwise I’ve been going on late night sugar raids and early morning runs. I need to reassure myself that it’s fine to have nothing to say. Too many people have something to say. Word gets round eventually.

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