not so strange magnificence

The internet we use at home just comes and goes and so it is with nearly everything else as well.
I found a new callous on the back of my heel just below the achilles tendon. Definitely the sign of movement. Progress perhaps.

"The feeling of health. The full noon trill."

I am escaping into the night to read Walt Whitman and to become a man. I don't suspect I shall be gone very long.

I also have an inkling that unless I begin writing something that makes a little bit more sense I am never going to get published. Or perhaps I should actually just submit the material that makes no sense. Perhaps.

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