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Abundance 139.
Feb 7, 2024
It is cloudy. Gloomy. A telephone call offering a dwelling to me, excellent. A toxic perfum, a black man sitting to right, it is so disgusting either that or maintenance staff, I am wearing my mask, and still his toxicity is around.
A blender to make sauces. A blender to make dressings.
What happened yesterday? Learning to identify it, to learn to repeat my excellence. Resting for a day.
Alone for years.
Just realised that I have deleted an extremely important documents.
Artichokes, so delicious their hearts. Bicycle. Washing up.
