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october, early winter. Looking up, the haze of yesterday disappeared. Soft Wind, drizzle, slip over, gently kiss the blush. —- Has the inscription been for one month? No longer record those dribs and drabs, no longer search for the seeds of memory. All the past events have been buried in the late autumn like deadRead More