What does not kill me makes me stranger.

Mowed the buttercups again, before the heat gets any worse. 76 F now, little wind, July sun.

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Rejecting allies because they don't fit a narrow template . . .

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Reading through a compilation of 1950s Pogo. Depressing, how much of it is still topical . . .

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Stars out of hiding.