I got almost nothing done this weekend which I had wanted to do, but I have spent a decent percentage of it sleeping after a week of progressively not, which will in theory help with doing some of those things in future. Yesterday I walked to the library to collect a book for my mother and to the theater to collect some ice cream from
spatch and this afternoon I walked around the reservoir with my father and we celebrated Mother's Day with hamburgers and my family's third marmalade cake in two months, this time with hazelnut instead of almond flour. We should maybe write and tell the Boston Globe.
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- 1: None of us are traitors till we are
- 2: Swimming through these long-forgotten lands
- 3: Sifting through centuries for moments of your own
- 4: The bones of houses show in the summertime
- 5: Barely even human body parts will give yourself away
- 6: The water's depths can't kill me yet
- 7: You flipped the script and you shot the plot
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