Every word is like a stain on silence and nothingness.
Samuel Beckett
Not a productive morning.
Waited a long time for it to get light enough. Blueberry pie and coffee for breakfast. Chilly, humid southern wind. Started to rain around 7.
Not particularly interesting as to light/space.
No matter. Try again.
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