Tuesday, December 29, 2009
8
Same crows, same blue hour, less active tonight. Miserably hanging in the treetops spotlit by the
frozen silver moon. Eight degrees.
Sam survived the removal of a tooth from the center of his pallet today. The kid is a shark. A brave shark eating soft foods for the next few days. Eight years old.
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