Day 285; no clouds. saw a bird two nights ago, as dawn brea her horrid head open on the Pacific horizon....so cold at night, these latitudes...so dry at day, so very dry at daytime.

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PostEclectK Comfort Metal: it's a round thing. We sample some, steal some,
ain't we NEVER miss a meal some.
(We is us, don't be no other
Thas' right we snuggin A-mutha.)