Empty bloghead. Got no answers, got microspecific questions from second to second, answered done and on to the next 5000 simultaneously. Sand leaking from sand-structures, grains fleeing from inside to flow somewhere else, leaving a rain crusted shell-silhouette, and then a puff of breeze peels a little hole and soon the whole facade blows away bit by bit.

Newspaper rattles across the room, seasonal darker curtains make cozy, oatmeal warms belly, coffee adds electricity and gentle mania to the start of my day.


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