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Very delayed posting this one but there isn't much to say. Loneliness is painful. Gutting. Like a zombie I get up each day and try to make up a reason to exist. The centre will not hold. Looked for kingfishers in two places, didn't see them. Bookbinding tiny books to occupy myself. Still itching, but it's better than it was.
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