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Breezes from the open windows. Cheb i Sabah in the cd player. The smell of fresh oregano filling the apartment as it dries on all the kitchen counters. Pan trotting around acting Pan-like, pausing to groom himself in a patch of sunlight. Me feeling almost well for the first time in a week. I will dance and I will do laundry and maybe I will clean the bathroom. Life feels a little less crushing today.