As soon as it gets just a little bit cold, I immediately find myself living in Joni Mitchell's "River." Any moment that I'm even slightly contemplative, I am aware of the bells, the voice, the melancholy. And I can't seem to escape them. Not that I would want to.
I just saw a movie called "In the Cut." And I believe it is partially why I have not left the house. Something about women continuously getting decapitated and fake engaged. At night. In New York City. Yikes.
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