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Nope, so far everyone is still alive. One more call, but the worrisome cases have been dealt with. What a thing, the shadow of death. Not for me, for you, my love.
The beauty of days like today is that there are constants, powerful ones, and yet much more. The balance shifts between shades of light and dark, crisp vistas and fuzzy visions. There is motion on a grand scale, highlighted in a way no more possibly potently than by the stone steadfastness of the seemingly impossibly stationary nature of mountains over and around which the movement is contrasted.
With a bit of peace I may now get on to something important. The grass is too wet to mow, it has been raining off and on for several days, so that is out. I don't want to mess with wet logs, so sawing is out. I don't feel up to shifting the bedrooms around right now. That leaves... uhrm... what does that leave? ... ... ... Oh, right, a NAP... yeah, a nap. Definitely nap time! I may have become a weakling but naps make it all better. :p
Good afternoon. Wow, and it really is afternoon. Noice!
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