A white eye behind a curtain, it's been cold and dark lately. Occasionally I wonder what it must be like to live in a hot country. I've been writing quite a lot, squeezing words through my brain like Play-Doh (TM) through a mincer. I find myself worrying about copyright issues on a semi-regular basis. This will not become streams of consciousness unless I let it. I can't remember the last time my toes were warm.
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