Ritual of transference

gudDAMM but it’s terrible, after effing about all morning I finally settle to write and elephants start dancing on the ceiling.  I go out and Kim and a workman are tangling with the gutters and drains about the house, which is fine by me, now that I know what the uck is fupp.

Back to writing, I got multiple deadlines after all.

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Allegra

Born when atmospheric carbon was 316 PPM. Settled on MST country since 1997. Parent, grandparent.

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