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A lark constellation hangs in the night sky, beating its wings as it lifts off the ground. Everything I love, this whole earth, is under the lark.
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- Day Fourteen: Writing Break
- Day Thirteen: Sick
- Day Twelve: Awakening
- Day Eleven: Entering the Forest
- Day Ten: Work is more interesting than trees
- Day Eight: Empty Hands
- Day Six: Chew-chew-bzzzt!
- Day Five: Smitty
- Day Four: Only a Moment, in the Mud
- Day Three: Prioritizing with the Birds
- Day Two: The Securing of Privacy
- Day One: Clumps of Slush
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