It’s biological urgency that penetrates my sleep, but I roll over to look at the clock. Squinting without my glasses I can make out that it’s … Seven-thirty something.
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semi-random flotsam
It’s biological urgency that penetrates my sleep, but I roll over to look at the clock. Squinting without my glasses I can make out that it’s … Seven-thirty something.
Continue reading “Inauspicious beginning”
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