Waking up, nearly noon. My cat, with his head next to mine, he still snores. My lazy shadow has painted my silhouette with the sullen look of grief. The air is so quiet and tainted, reeking of lonliness. Maybe I will drive-no destination. I sould go to work, maybe tomorrow- today's not good for me. Where has the blue sky gone? It escaped with my
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