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A journal always seemed like a good idea...... |
| After weeks of July rain and cloud, unfamiliar morning sun flashes across my rear view mirror. Instead of cars behind, I stare at glints of grey that unseasonable murk has camouflaged. A full inch of badger coat has invaded my dark hairline, unobserved until highlighted by late summer sunlight. Mentally I add hair dye to my virtual shopping list. |