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On Tuesday I burnt my back purple doing a crossword puzzle in Shep's Garden with Joe. It looks purple instead of pink because I have yellow skin. I am fascinated by my yellow skin. It is my mother's yellow skin. But she looks like a jew and I look like an Irish catholic which is part of why I'm fascinated by my yellow skin. We have no business being yellow. The seniors here are studying genetics and reading Schrodinger. Perhaps I should ask them about it.
It won't matter again for a little while, anyway, because I woke up to snowing this morning. In fact it's still snowing.