Winter then spring, and now, it is raining. For whatever reason, this comforts me--classification in the world of the ark is my own case of eclecticism before the jump. Now it is also raining in the book (the world's way of costuming me?). Have I achieved authority? My stomach is out of order and I am reading the end as slowly as possible--simultaneous with my world of attention. I adore a symmetrical fortress. Or any break in the clouds that gets in the way. Today, nobody wrote it down, and if it were really there, then I did not have perspective. I am tired of learning I am wrong. I have little doubt this is my broader tendency for one degree of removal from the present flow of events--
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