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“I only regret that I have but one face to palm for my country.”
Monday, April 29, 2024
Here comes the rain again...
And not a moment too soon, either. The amount of pollen in the air has been giving my sinuses fits, such that every time I blow my nose, the bones in my skull creak and groan like the hull of a u-boat changing depth.