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“If I had not immersed myself in books, in stories and legends, in newspapers, in reports, if everything communicable had not grown up in me, I should have been a nonentity, a collection of uncomprehended events.” ~ Ingeborg Bachmann, from The Thirtieth Year: Stories
Saturday afternoon, sunny and warm, 88 degrees. Today is supposed to be the last day for a while in which temperatures approach 90. That’s a good thing. I need to get back into the habit of w…