Just went for a long, late night walk with my dog. And Martin. (On the iPod). Felt I had to, to compensate for the forced bath. (Of the dog, not Martin.) Unbelievable how much fun can be had with a broken plastic chair leg. An enormous football pitch really isn't that dark in bright moonlight. It was actually kind of beautiful. Autumn isn't that bad either. I love being out in the cold, so my cheeks get all pink and frozen. It makes me feel alive and a part of the world. I forgot that for a while. Amazing how much company there is in a beautiful voice. That's me, a sister of night.
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