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[adrienmundi]

In the quiet, cool grey morning, things seem substantially less bleak; apologies for melodrama and/or whining. Inertia, emtional open spaces for blueness to creep into, concern for the medical misfortune of another, my inability to access the absolute reality the tiny one claims to know: all of this, and probably more, clicked at once. Now, I feel slightly embarassed by it all.

Best of luck to He Who Cannot Be Named (at least by me); proper libations to the Java Gods will surely guarantee successful business dealings.

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[martinhesselius.livejournal.com]

Something altogether stranger, I think.