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The sky is white, purple and grey with strips of pale, fairy tale blue like cornflowers. My grandfather once told me that when the sun shines and it rains, the Devil is beating his wife. I wonder what kind of woman the Devil's wife is.

Yesterday I went to my writing group and wrote something for the first time in a month. It felt good to toss it off the top of my head.

I have bad dreams.