I want to write an entry, but my muse isn't communicating to me in easily translatable terms. Too much wispering going on here. Or maybe I'm temporarily deaf. All of the senses are important for such acts. It's strange how I miss things that I've never had. I'm puzzled. Really. I wish I were not tired. But my face is melting. And the back
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