Monday, September 22

Ignoring illness working wonders.

The swans in Mill Pond are growing out of their ugly duckling phase. Most of them have shed their brown feathers for pure white but two have gone quite charcoal. Are we set for black swans? I remember one in Cork Loch, seeming to swim against the hundreds of white swans around him.

I am considering crushes. Today is my crush day and I'm not feeling all that crushed. Anybody's game, and bribery is fine.

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