Still here, and semi-animate in a nudibranch sort of way.
I apparently needed two months to recover from a month of poetry.
But here I am again with attendant trumpets and swords a-waving.
It's not even May but things are hot and lusty already. Perhaps the heat will drive me to prosery. It is a thing devoutly to be wished.
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