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December 21, 2020
The wind is building outside. It has been all day. I peer around my monitor into the cloudy day. It is as if there is a filter over my world, a lens filter, something to filter out too much sunlight, but the woman in the park with her red bulky full-length down coat points out that yeah, itís really probably cold out there. Iíve been a little crabby today I think, and I donít believe I can blame it on the weather. Nor can I blame it on something I have eaten, because I really havenít eaten very much today.