I am reading Albert Camus' 'The Outsider'. In the dead of the night, when the tasks are done, his simple prose just wakes up something inside of me. And that thing that wakes up, wakes up screaming quietly.
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Day 53 of 108
Today passed okay. Some sweetness did come my way. And let's see how much living we get to do in the coming weeks. Or even days. Here ...
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