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July 23, 2025

Early to the riverside. Cloudy. Everywhere was shade. Two herons chased each other up and down the river, croaking in a way I found unusual.  Wrote until my hand cramped grotesquely and I could physically write no more. Wedding anniversary cocktail with J and DJ and L and M. M corrected my Italian grammar. 


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