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It's a slow day, a healing day, a good day. Rest, mostly. A bite to eat. A nap earlier. Maybe some work on the humidifiers and pack. I don't mind. Quitting tobacco is a bit heavier than I thought... remember... but worth the price. Just to not be in perpetual future debt to a non-necessity. The mind, in part from the odd dreams, in part from building back up, and maybe just because, is playing enjoyable games with my imagination. Some things, albeit, less imagination than they might seem. Pick and choose, even I do sometimes. I can't know.
I was thinking about a brother. We never got along, still don't. Sometimes better, sometimes worse. When one of us is idealistic, the other is practical, so we never seem to see eye to eye. Thinking about the dreams last night, I happened to see a vid that was based in that sort of unreality but with enough reals in there, only themed upon the relationship I have had with my brother. The difference is, it was I would win. But, given the video, it is as if I fell in, but was singing the song to him. I went the weirding way. Will know more this fall.
He wouldn't be the first brother I have bet and lost my life to, one way or another, another, another, another. Curiosity is the cause, and a bit more. Satisfaction is the way back. Or so some suggest.
A strange life indeed. Not sure how some things are at all possible. But they were.
Oh, just some little details in life you might not have believed. The master of all things? Well, that is the translation. At least the Chinese, though very likely the Indian too.
More strangeness.
And a right proper attitude about it all. Or, so I think. Thanks for this musical gift, foam.
*poof*
Oh! You are welcome!
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