20 October 2006
“‘Why are you outside during our time?’ The sleek grey cat stretched as he strolled out of the shadows. ‘You should be sleeping.’”
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2 August 2006
Some ill-defined thing in my dreams startled me awake at 3am today. I knew I’d never get back to sleep, so I made a pot of coffee and headed out to the porch to think through some things. What slight breeze there was came laden with African dust, any exotic traces overwhelmed by conversion to prosaic grime. It only took a few minutes sitting on the steps to become sticky with sweat and tropical humidity.
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