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The weeks of summer are ineffably dull. I work. I eat dinner. I go for a walk. Maybe I read a little. I have a shower. I turn on the fan and go to bed. And then I do the same thing next day. Not quite as bad as Takuboku--
Working, working--but close.
But no joy in life.
Still staring emptily
at empty hands
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Then you'll go back to nice and mundane and be thoroughly glad for it. My children will cure anybody's need for excitement. I'm just joking of course.
*HUGS* - hope the melancholia flutters away. September is sort of soonish.
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August is sooner. I usually feel better in August.
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