Yesterday
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2024
Day off for both of us. Mrs Basil took Scout to the beach where she drank sea water, and upon arriving back home, puked up in the well of the gearstick. Another mercifully beautiful day of sunshine. Trying to make the most of it before the rain returns.
Today
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2024
In the amber of this particular moment, I haven't written today's entry yet.
Tomorrow
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2024
All moments have always existed, but I have to believe whatever the clocks and calenders say.