I slept another eight hours last night. I don't feel any better rested, but I have to assume it's good for me. I got up at half past nine for a singing lesson and almost didn't feel someone was unraveling my brain through my eyes. I walked most of the way home from Belmont; spent the afternoon on my boring job. Tonight I proofread half a Greek dialogue and made five honeycakes. I could go for some kind of diaspora trifecta if I translated something in Ladino.
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- 1: Are there some aces up your sleeve? Have you no idea that you're in deep?
- 2: One to sing and one to haul and one to heave me when I fall
- 3: This is what water, wind and time and toil reveal
- 4: We're the ones who stand here now, but many others will again
- 5: And the shrouds hum full of the gale of the grave and the keel goes out to the sea
- 6: Cormorant to rock, gulls from the storm
- 7: On the edge and off the avenue
- 8: Afghanistan banana stand
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