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It's raining raining raining and except for a few angry blasts last evening, before I got in bed and forgot this side of consciousness, it's an extremely pleasing protracted downpour. Still, all the pain in the world and all the losses and struggles to endure press on me and I resort to masterpieces to fortify myself... and you.
It does me good to hear even just in my head, "That's Bogie Bowles and Anton Fig..." when I'm powering through this vale.
always and any time....
