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Reve et Reveiller

I dreamt that all the crows had died. I don't remember what they died of. I had forgotten this dream until I was hauling wood and heard the crows. And it popped back into my head that they were dead in my dream.

That's a good post just by itself.

I've hauled wood in the frigid air, built a fire, made my oatmeal and it's not 9 o'clock. Time now for edits in front of the fire.

In other news, the new cleaner fish died. Poor little guy. Burial at sea. Chalk one up to weatherdude's theory that our house is kept too cold in the winter for one to survive.

Frog Out

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