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With the finger well & truly pulled, tickets have been booked. I need to bounce a month off the end of this visa here. Could be tricky and may go sour but I got space. No much but a little. Head over to catch up with the sister & get butterflies over her new incubator and neck some black back. It's been a dry few months fraught with warm ales.

I need to escape. The halls & walls of home twitch just beyond the periphery, hedges glanced through hitched-lift windows blur with intermittent strobes; ominous shadows of blackened formless beasts bursting and fleeting and gone as if in taunting mock pursuit. I grit and tense, shake the ice from my shoulders and they disappear.

35 days

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