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Rogue Wave
—Maps (Yeah Yeah Yeahs cover)
Just as I am about to finish reading this lucid memoir by Leila Philip (A Family Place), music has started to cling into my ears once more. I listen to Rogue Wave’s version of Maps during my reading breaks, while cooking some spicy meals as this day marks the beginning of November. November for me smells like chilli peppers amidst the drizzling of rainwater.
P.S. I just saw a seemingly innocent drizzle awhile, water particles were like little white needles from the sky.
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Alone from out the stubble piped the quail.
D. W. Tryon, from The closing scene, by Thomas Buchanan Read, philadelphia, 1887.
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