Oh my God it's September! So hard to believe that this year has actually come to this. This month will be the stretch for the Giants run to post season.
Lazy Saturday under the potion of stationary rain pushed here by Issac with a September chill piggybacking the storm.
The shadow cast dirt upon the stairs-/each time I've walked them today I've been barefoot and lax in my resolve.
The neighbor's flag waves-/it's the most friendly gesture I've seen.
No one much minds us-/I like it that way. The quiet/turned inside out.
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