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The summer's demi-apocalypse has to wind down at some point.

It's the end of summer, once again. I could not be any more ready for cool weather, rain, and a chance for the forests to recover from the flames.

After travelling near fires in Colorado and Oregon's Columbia river gorge, I am back wondering about north Seattle, under a red sun and painterly clouds, not far enough from the source of the drifting smoke.

It seems like the world is burning, but that can only last so long.

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  1. For some reason your posts I don't see them for months at a time, and then they all show up at once.

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    1. I have an inadvisable tendency to pull from other spaces I write in, every so often, backdating entries.

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  2. Oh ok, I thought there was something wrong with the way your webpage was loading on my computer

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