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rejectomorphIt got all cloudy again. I get to see no stars, and not even the moon. There is no dark like late year dark. But we are only a month from the winter solstice. I shudder at the thought of what might lie in the dregs of this misbegotten year, so grotesque has it been thus far.
I can remember when I would get to sleep long before this hour. Oh, disruptions! I've run afoul of Horus, and am cursed. And I must wake early enough to get to those leaves today! I'll bet the rain comes today instead of tomorrow, though. To be sure, I'm doomed. Either that, or I'm just being melodramatic again. Wait. Is there a difference?
I can remember when I would get to sleep long before this hour. Oh, disruptions! I've run afoul of Horus, and am cursed. And I must wake early enough to get to those leaves today! I'll bet the rain comes today instead of tomorrow, though. To be sure, I'm doomed. Either that, or I'm just being melodramatic again. Wait. Is there a difference?
