The haze and rain clouds that plagued Portsmouth all through June has more or less evaporated, although today seems to flaunt the veracity of that statement.
I think what's happened is something akin to osmosis. First the rain clouds but I was feeling fine. Then the sun, the past week, throughout all of which I've had the strangest impression of lost time, of moving through a fog, of a soul possessed. Now the sun is under some humid-borne haze clouds and I feel cognizant, so we're at an equilibrium.
I can recount with some certainty what I've done for the past week; I've been kicking ass and taking names all over town; nevertheless I can't believe the date has already changed to the 16th. I was living and not alive...
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