somebody needs the light you have

ah, yes - november, is it? when i don't know who i am unless my face is reflected in the way i feel when i step outside.

i saw that reflection today, a glimmer of my own identity. corduroy, boots, and crunchy leaves. a cloudy day.

november. how slow you come to me with this mirror. next i suppose you'll be telling me i don't need warm stones at my feet in bed.

december is just behind you, though, closing the windows you've left open. come, and hurry.

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