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new Clark Kent glasses. I can see stuff again. time to pick up my brushes again...

Elena has finally given up. the wind and the leaves have won. Elena is the lady that keeps the factory complex where I work clean. Today berg winds are tossing things about and the crisp yellow leaves are chasing the dust buddies in and out of the bright sunlight. For once the world seems to have a grip on itself. Robust wind in August. and I have a flashback to riding my bike across the way on the local soccer grounds: you gotta push your bike to the top of the hill - all the while slipping and scuffing in the dry red Bluff sand. Chris has one of those push scooters with the humungous white tyres and one kid has a chopper - but the rest of u

I heard the whisper of Spring. It was a deviant lie. the warmth that followed the intense winter rains was quashed by the rolling cold front. the distant grey clouds were flattened into weapons over the icy sea as the travelled inland. small clumps of lanky green grass appeared on the verges. the invasive mulberry trees filled with hairy little green berries and white flowers littered the tops of the avo trees. a false spring ... and mother nature chuckled over her double chin and had another sip of old brown sherry... Its so easy on a day off to grab a book and while the day away while the tv flickers blurrily on the other side of my glasse