Status Updates From Septology

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I sit outside in the sun—the first warm day in a long time. I don’t give much meaning to time anymore, but it’s here and it keeps passing. The leaves are golden and blood red now, and I’m falling, too, with the leaves from the trees. That feels lovely: to fall.

Uma viagem pelo pensamento.

Lest ferdig bok 2 (eg er ein annan, septologien 3-5)

A very unique reading experience