Overcast and drear today. Currently, the temperature is 50˚F. I wish it would snow. Snow would take away the sharp edges.
Yesterday I tried to write. That's what I do most days now. Most days, I try to write. And yesterday, like most days, I finally give up in frustration.
I finished reading Cassandra Khaw's Hammers on Bone, a decent enough
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