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25 April 2004 02:55![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
xianeSometimes I need the wind to turn chill, like it has this evening. The cold tendrils creep in, insinuating themselves amongst the warm currents, so that when I least expect it, that's when I'll discover the draft.
Those drafts appear in my life, too. Small surprises, little alerts that signal me to pay attention, don't get too comfortable yet; summer is not yet here.
Those drafts appear in my life, too. Small surprises, little alerts that signal me to pay attention, don't get too comfortable yet; summer is not yet here.
