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FAINT GLOW

Tired. Hot. Sad.

May I just say I'm tired? Very happy about some recent matrimonial developments concerning my family, but as for all else, just too depressed and bummed out by the violence in my country to put virtual pen to virtual paper right now. I'm no stranger to widespread unrest. The late 60's were chockablock full of riots, racial as well as anti-war. They solved little, except to heap even more heartbreak onto people who'd already lost so much peace of mind as well as the lives of loved ones and material possessions. I just want to go to bed right now and pull the covers up over my head. Except it's too fucking hot.
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