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   2025-10-03                                   /        \/        \/    /   \
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   I'm not sure I  lived through my stint in  /        _/         /         /
the United States, I  might have been killed  \_______/_\___/____/\___/____/_
by the monsters of the Pacific North West.      /        \/        \/    /   \
                                               /        _/         /_       _/
   I wonder because I'm  sitting here in the  /-        /        _/         /
warm sun, air bristling with  birdsong, with  \________/\________/\___/____/
my  bad brain  safely  tucked  away under  a
chemical pillow,  my knife in the  mudroom, sat at my  computer, writing goofy
software about talking to dinosaurs to entertain my daughter.

   I'm starting  to suspect I  died in those  soggy trenches and  pine needles
and, that this is heaven.



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