An old picture
An old fractal view, before I knew enough to realize it.
Past the halfway point of the month. Throat hurts, probably from swimming in green pool.
Tired of being sick and yesterday culminated in one of those scenes where only threats of horror kept me from running to where I don't know.
Today there is a quiet truce like when 2 combatants are worn-out and out of ammunition.
And if I could retreat would there be a place of refuge?
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