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It's a cold night. It's the wind, mostly; it's been gusting all day. Gusty, gusting. There was a robin on the tree branch that scrapes up sometimes (such as in this hard wind) against my window, but it flew away at sunset. The robin, not the tree branch, though in this weather, I wouldn't be surprised. My pen is scratchy, the frames of my spectacles are bent, and it's still cold.