A miscellany of thoughts, newsclips and ephemera.
Actually, I lust for yours. Mine are all being packed up. I miss 'em. I'm amazed how crazy it makes me feel. I mean, I can't TOUCH MY BOOKS. I can't grab a particular one when it occurs to me. It's a little like part of my brain is in another state.Which may be how I end up.
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