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[le_desirous]

Sagramore is sleeping on the porch again. The heat has tamed down to only mildly excruciating, but it seems to help to strip down as much as possible and hope for cross-breezes, curled up in one of the chairs that overlooks the front lawn. So that is exactly what he is doing.

Life is good right now, which means that he's been having fewer seizures, and he looks contented and dozy, his head tucked in his arm, the curve of his bare shoulder warm but dry.