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Aye, I'm moaning right now because it's 50 degrees (10 C) outside...sitting in here on the computer shivering. It's been in the 80's earlier in the week, but Indian Summer is finally over for us, I think.
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"And all my days are trances, and all my nightly dreams,
Are where thy grey eye glances, and where thy footstep gleams,
In what ethereal dances, by what eternal streams..."
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