I'm pensive today. It's pouring and there will soon be flashes then thunder then sound of rain again, and clocks and the scratching and yawning of the dogs. A gloomy day, altogether. But it's my favorite sort of day. The kind of day for reflection and writing. The kind of day to solve a crossword, to create art and to read a book (oh the beautiful, dying pastime...I lament thee). Okay. This piece sucks. I'm out.
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