it is morning. the morning after, actually. the morning after my hammock delivered me to the earth, and the morning after the end of one world and the beginning of another. memorable transitions, that's a life remembered.
today i lounge. absolutely no leaving of the house before noon. no strenuous use of the most metabolically active organ. only forward thinking, play, and fun.
tonight i play, with dear friends comme à une réunion. there'll be a few missing, but such is transience.
Glühwein - now how on earth do i make that?
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