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Like a broken record: Grey day. All fighting ignored. Sowing in the garden. On the mountain with machete vs. jungle. Hands caked with axle grease. Imminent return to work. To borrow a phrase... GAH! At least, some of the themes and scenery changed. Temporarily. But, I can see the next three days etched in stone. Yesterday, in an antique store, I came across a papyrus rendering of the Egyptian god Horus. Noticing heiroglyphs on the artwork, I drew out the cartouche that I've been wearing around my neck for years, looking for similarities. And today, it's gone. Like a piece of me disappeared. Or was claimed. One for the archaeologists, I suppose. |
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