Bright spring light, dappling through the trees, 85 on 287, Billy Jam on FMU. Got home, hungry, played some Worms. IM, go to Morris Plains for a chicken pesto sandwich at Atlanta Bread Company and to Bottle King to get some beer. Beers out in the summer night on the deck, candles that won't light without effort. Walk through the woods, walk through
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