Yesterday and today have been dedicated to Ezi’s 77th in between bouts of exhaustion. I don’t know whether the past war and the threat of another war in the near future are contributing to this exhaustion, or it’s the long-term side effects of the vaccination or some other evil eye, but it doesn’t feel right. Even though we were in one of my favorite places last night, Suzana, and it was almost as perfect as always, something is funny, strange. I think I need a little literary challenge.

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