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Rain, Crickets, Thoreau, etc.

Awoke with a sore throat today. Because I do not snore, I worry that this is the first singular trumpet of an impending war with Illness. My defenses are weak, my systems failing. Allies are miles away, growing more foreign and more indifferent by the second.

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