Monday, August 19, 2024

 Always on the cusp. Always. Almost done watching The Decameron. Ready to go outside and play. And walk and stand. Feel hale and hearty. Not be so overheated. Where did I run to? Haunted. The hotels were wearing. I can't be broken. I have Tasks. The Cusp this time could actually be the cusp.

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