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There's something in the air today, something that seems to herald spring. There's a a bounciness about it a certain lightness of feeling that whatever's going on in the world it can't be that bad. A feeling that all is well and everything is in its rightful place.
It could be the weather, or the black-market Russian vodka I had for lunch. Who can tell?
2 comments:
its not the vodka, i felt it too. all fresh and squinkly. It was like hiding under a quilt when you were 7 and seeing the light burst through the little holes.
Yeah. The portenciousness was tangible. I love the eve of summer!
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