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moving to the heat.

ah, what the heck, a second too:

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Inside the echoing sound.
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while cycling on Rideau, hit a pothole and the tire hit the curb. the bike stopped. I didn't. over the handlebars, books out of basket into lanes of traffic, bottles of jar rolling along the sidewalk. those striped pants finally met their end but mostly saved some abrasion of my skin. both knees scraped but able to clear bike and self from street before cars came. n
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an inuk man ran up to me and asked whether I was ok? was anything broken? was I broken? it looked bad. I assured him I was ok. no glass broken. didn't even scrape my hands. upon getting to the picnic at the park, the sting started in on both knees. but far better than it could have been.n
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Simple color, simple walk.
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If you haven't read This Heated Place: Encounters in the Promised Land, you can still correct that. Lucid, detailed, fascinating, well-written, comprehensive, eye-opening. If you don't get what's going on in Israel or what the Palestinians are on about, here's the ticket.

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parked in a park

and a little while later, Brian there too.

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file me under B for busy

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overdid it over the last few days. today I'm just zoinked. slept 16 hours unwakeably.

when awake, the day is largely a write-off. which means the backlog pushes into tomorrow.

complicated by eating comfort foods — the dairy in pesto, thus congesting my COPD-predisposed lungs, and tomato in stew thus exacerbating my joints.

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I'm powerless to stop this too. My mom is resolved.

I detest the human habit of getting rid of what lives become inconvenient. The basswood tree has a contract with “a tree surgeon” to be removed.

There goes another memory — 20 summers sitting in its shade with my dad.

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As dusk falls, cyclists, joggers, lilies, and a lost tennis ball.

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