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Something I forgot to mention the other day: how the sparrows hunker down in the sandy soil by the Union, flapping their wings to burrow into shallow depressions. Funny little birds.

My soaps and things arrived today. The camera is shipping soon as well. Much fun will be had. Driving in the cold sunshine, listening to the KLF, and the wind.

I've been soundtracking and pushing the script in my head often. ( A survival mechanism left over. If I could pretend this life was a film, then it could be lovely and bearable.) I keep hearing a song on the radio that reminds how angry I should be over those high school years, and all the fucked up and unholy nightmares we lived. It wasn't just me.

Fifty degrees again. All I want to do is get on a plane.