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Better than I. Friends, for my part. Do they visit, see, then say as they will, even when I seem to be yam who yam who disturbs? This time not so disturbing, if I had to do homework. Something... about a painting caught my mind. Too familiar. Endymion, and Selene, Diana. Innit.
Or: more simply;
more convoluted, and different forms of sleep;
from my perspective? Thought I had slipped, through a new form, away from her.
Thanks for the thought, or coincidence, friend.
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