It's been a dark and lightning afternoon; the view from my window as I write has been all darkness creeping over the fields and a sense of storm closing in even as early as four o'clock. Autumn is already here, in spite of the sun we've had and the summer-feel to the light in the mornings. I managed seventeen hundred words today. A difficult scene to handle, dark and light, echoing the weather here. Maybe tomorrow will be easier.
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