It's still autumn, though it's not particularly a thing that is in my mind. School is a significant priority right now, and thus I cannot assign all my worry to making autumn slow down. As I walk through London, it's hard to not find auburnising plants stunning, and thus I anguish in knowing it is past halfway as of today. South of this paragraph, photos of this living pumpkin salad:
Wait, you claim, isn't a photo from this pack out of London? Nodding, I add that it's nigh to London, so it's not that big a point to form. Isn't autumn alluring, I say?
A contributing factor to a lack of noting its arrival is possibly global warming. Only months prior, it was almost mossy in commons and parks, with occasional vapour that was obvious to sight in a light sky. July and August, "hot" months? No way! Autumn simply slunk past us as no dog days sought to stop for us on this occasion. British conditions cannot bring joy usually, right? Right...
I also had to do various trials in school, so I was mum in study, not around air with brilliant loud birdsong. Physics wasn't so bad, as I follow maths okay; maths on its own wasn't so amazing, and I still got 87%, anyhow. But a third trial isn't brought up by I, as I cannot do so without using a capital. So I had to focus on that, and autumn got away from us; only as I saw this month tick by did I grasp how it's slipping past us without a fight.
An author, Wright is how a book puts it, got past 50,000 words without using that capital - Gadsby is its brand. It's a lipogram, and I fond to buy it and spot which words had to go. Wright got to 50,000 - I only own about 300, and that shows how difficult it is to avoid such an important capital in our compilation of capitals. Thank you for making it to this blogpost's conclusion anyhow!
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