Souls, moods

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Friday I woke early— in an hour often filled with shrieks and cacophony in the playground across the street. This morning there was only a fine stillness, accompanied by the sound of a steady, soft rain falling wetly on the leaves and pavement.

In the afternoon it cleared, turned into a lovely evening for walking, so we walked, and in between destinations stopped at the playground north of here to ride the swings.

Did some little drawings at the bar after that; I didn’t have the pages of the book with me, but was thinking a bit about moods; ways to capture.
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