Confessions of an Insomniac: I am one of those people

The scent of holly is in the air …

The warm October air is quickly being sucked through a vacuum as the cool breeze of November rolls into town. Barely into the season, I watch as an elderly woman adds ornaments to a plastic tree already heavily covered in gold and silver tinsel.

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