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“The human heart is like a night bird. Silently waiting for something, and when the time comes, it flies straight toward it.” ~ Haruki Murakami, from Colorless Tsukuru Tazaki and His Years of Pilgrimage
Two for Tuesday: October Thursday evening. Partly cloudy and humid, 81 degrees. Argh. Heat and humidity. What gives? I want it to feel like October, to feel like autumn. Corey has spent the day wor…