horsemouth must admit that good lord cough and cold's reputation as a vanquisher of foes is deserved.
nonetheless horsemouth pronounces himself beginning to be on the mend.
outside if not technically snow then the very least sleet.
he'll write more when he is feeling better.
ok later.
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it is later. he's going to add his kafka quote from this day in 1915.
'days passed in futility. power wasting away in waiting, and, in spite of all of this idleness, throbbing, gnawing pains in my head...
self-pity, because it is cold, because of everything...'
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