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Twenty-seven degrees in the sun on the windowsill, but with the wind, it's really about twenty-four. One of those classic early-autumn days, with the sunlight slanting through the trees filled with small insects, and a haze in the hollows of the near hillside.
Twenty-seven degrees in the sun on the windowsill, but with the wind, it's really about twenty-four. One of those classic early-autumn days, with the sunlight slanting through the trees filled with small insects, and a haze in the hollows of the near hillside.
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