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June 11, 2009
I watched two hours of television and then went outside. The cat came and sat upon my legs, outstretched from a resin chair to a metal bayou chair. His paws are warm as warm.
By contrast with the TV, the outside world is quiet and still. A jet loudly passes overhead for far more time than seems necessary. Trucks. A honk so brief it must be robotic. Another jet. A defiant yakyakyak of maybe laughter. Cars. Jet. Repeat is necessary for verisimilitude.
I can hear, I think, the surf of insect noises, though it has to compete with the ringing in my ears.
The sky is the dullest of oranges.
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