She woke up at five o'clock in the morning and couldn't sleep more. Courtesy of the jet lag. She wandered around her hotel ...
“I'm waking up to ash and dust, I wipe my brow and I sweat my rust, I'm breathing in the chemicals, I'm breaking in, shaping up, then checking out on the prison bus, This is it, the apocalypse, Whoa, I'm waking up, I feel it in my bones, Enough to make my systems blow, Welcome to the new age, to the new age, Welcome to the new age, to the new age…”
She associated October with all the great autumn things, as many of us do. Colorful autumn leaves and chestnut...
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