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"The horse is the white of the eyes, the dark within."
A partly cloudy day. Currently, it's 75˚F.
I find myself looking at the ten pages that are all that currently exists of "Three Monsters Walk Into a Bar," thinking, How did I get so far behind again? Why have I not already finished this? And I actually have to remind myself that it might have been the agonizing pain in my face and the sleepless ( Read more... )