Interesting take on the desire of humans to make contact with aliens.
The clocks have gone back, and it’s getting dark earlier and earlier, but there is still a blackbird singing in the garden, although there is also the smell of wood smoke in the air – from a bonfire, I would guess – and a definite chill in the air. The autumn leaves have been exceptionally beautiful this year, seeming to have an extra couple of tones of red and orange. And there are still plenty of late flowers out. I may be a summer person, but it is decidedly beautiful at the moment..
I said I’d take part in NaNoWriMo this year, didn’t I? What on earth could I have been thinking of?
Did I really commit to writing over a thousand words a day all through the month?
Oh, for goodness sake! I’ve not even had time to look at anyone’s posts for the last five days, let alone…
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