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Crisp air, blinding light. Morning is bright as it can only be after raining all night. A cup of coffee, strong and bitter, and dainty little ham sandwiches over the breakfast table. I dress in dark colors to tell tales, my happy, innocent tales -- believe it or not, these also belong to me. Pain is not so sharp today. I go my way as I do every day.
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