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06.10.21

I was surly until after the skies brightened, post eclipse. At the star fort the green was heaped high with buttercup, purple clover, and ragged robin. Later the mother-in-law phoned us to say that a cow had calved on the farm; none of the cows are supposed to be pregnant. More Mercury retrograde mischief, har.




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