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The eternal din
Cooing cooing and cooing
Mourning dove morning.

Onward through the swamp

Air temperature 62 F, light SW breeze, some high thin clouds. Bike ride early, then errand. The human race continues to disappoint me.

Thursday elitist report

COVID-effects -- rode by the relocated Greyhound bus stop this morning. Not only no ticket agent, not even a shelter. Passengers standing around in the sun with their luggage . . .

Nothing new in the floral report, no noticeable roadkill, one transient C-17 at the airport/base. Ride takes me over 700 miles for the year. Did not die.

16.46 miles, 1:24:23

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You're wrong. I'm right. Session over.

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Do not touch that. It's a contact poison.