
Fighting off whatever bug Trystan and Sage have conjured. I feel it most in my eyes and in the small of my back. And I'm packing to leave. I'm off to the Texas border early Thursday. If you want to be in touch, do it before then. My cell doesn't work there, mama has no long distance, and the Internet is a thing of the town library, only. I won't emerge until New Year's Eve.
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