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Headless Morning

This morning as I was waking up, I stared out the window into the fog in denial that morning had come. The fog was slowly dissipating into the pre-dawn light, allowing features of the landscape to become clearer. There was a maple tree outside the window that has finally lost all its leaves and succumbed to Autumn. Staring at this trees crooked branches, stark and empty against the grey fog, it felt as though I were on the set of Sleepy Hollow, waiting for the Headless Horseman to come for me.

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this made me very calm and happy to read.

Thank you! It was fun to try to convey that bizarre sensation of being in bed but in Sleepy Hollow at the same time.

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