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A small breath.

It's warm today, and the world is a little greener. The high was, I think, 77˚F, but it's already dropped ton 67˚F. Still a relief, and yesterday wasn't half bad.

And Prince is dead.

I thought I was up to writing an entry, but I find that I'm, and, anyway, there's nothing that won't wait until tomorrow.

TTFN,
Aunt Beast