I assume it goes without saying that I will not be at Arisia this week on account of everything, but tonight at dinner when we were eating our steak pot pie Autolycus who had been very quiet all evening suddenly seized in his jaws a chunk of potato half the size of his head and bore it triumphantly away like a saber-toothed cat with a mastodon from the tar pit and we did not let him eat the potato, but it was a beautiful thing to see. (We did let him eat some of the steak.) I seem after decades to be hitting my physical limit of consecutive all-nighters. I would honestly like some of this month back already.
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- 1: Like a sprig of yarrow caught in the dark
- 2: We'll tell you of a blossom and of buds on every tree
- 3: Am I lost inside my mind?
- 4: And the biggest old rascal come tumbling down first
- 5: You showed me how to not throw my troubles away
- 6: And the fisherman collects, yes, they collect the sounds from their nest above
- 7: We dig for the gods that leave no bones
- 8: Now there's always someone else in the back of your mind
- 9: I've got no roots, but my home was never on the ground
- 10: Ma twll yn y pridd yn Alltwalis lle taflaf fy mhryderon
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