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It's green, and there are people walking around in parkas. It was in the forties when I got up this morning. The temperature has managed to creep up to a blistering 56˚F. In Birmingham it's currently 81˚F. Misery, that's what this is, my exile to this place.

Probably, if I'd made this entry two hours ago I'd have had something worth saying. At 12:09 p.m., I just don't know. I made the mistake of going out in the cold. I made the mistake of looking at the sky and the shivering homeless people panhandling by the interstate and the stunted trees, and now I can hardly breathe.

Aunt Beast

5:22 p.m.
"Shaharrazad Al Anwar Descending Mount Maelstrom"


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May. 10th, 2017 05:16 pm (UTC)
I had to accept the ToS to be able to trim some things, and now I just feel dirty, like an unclean book. (Thank you for Sirenia Digest 135, I hope to read it sometime this week after my in-laws are off on their way.)
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