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The swans were busking more than usual. I've been told
busking is a territorial display but these swans |
I stayed up too late last night reading The Cat Who Said Cheese. I'm a sucker for those books. They're like potato chips. You can't read just one. I fail to see how this is going to result in the great American novel.
Message center. Notes from all over for people I don't know. No notes for me. What could be so urgent that people have to be reached here in walking and writing practice? What can't wait until people get home? Thomas would not call me here if Steven died this week. Steven told me he does not want a funeral. He does not want people to mourn him. As if we could help it. Funerals are for the living. [rest of entry omitted for protection of Thomas & Steven's privacy].