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| A lone remnant of an Easter Sunday. |
Pure, simple relaxation.
I've been thinking about the looming decisions and how I am possibly going to make them.
I'm so sleepy. I feel over-stimulated, over-sugared, over-caffinated.
My Auntie Arlene believes that during a move or vacation it takes the soul time to meet up with the physical body. She likes to imagine her soul flying just a bit behind the car or the airplane. I have no clue where my soul has gone! Still in Detroit? On route 80 somewhere? I hope it catches up soon.
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