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Feeling... ambivalent. Cold, in bib overalls and sock feet. A slave to the heat vents, again. Listening to... Lucinda Wi11iams. Heartbreak, fury, and tonal shades of rich black. Following the same footsteps, the same motions, the same range of emotions. Successes, and setbacks, in equal amounts. Thickening clouds. A pressure drop. Like Scotland, without the brogue or the colleens. An unequilibrium. |
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