I'm setting to get into a Epsom salt bath. It's a quarter past twelve at night and a new week has started. This Saturday David and I fly to Austin, Texas via Chicago. It'll be great. Autumn is in the air but I hope she doesn't hold her grip with the little brisk wind tomorrow when I plan to head down to the open air bath here in Malmö. A little sun. A little swim. Maybe I can tape some salt water to my skin, like a nicotine patch, this winter. To digest summer through my skin. Please help me make, manage this time of year one more time. Again.

David is lovely.


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