Field of Daize’s

What a strange temporality this week. It feels like it is going really fast at one moment, and dead on it’s tracks in others. This is one of the slow periods….
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mick’s diary is poo, very very poo. Mick’s password is poo. Mick’s annoyance is poo. Poo poo poo.
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Well, doing the daily harvesting of diary readings, there seems to be a wave of reclusivity/angst going round. Jimster has closed the operation at the factory, and Mick seems to have stepped up security on his. Jules seems to have regretted writing something, and Mary is getting rather reflective on hers.
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My neglected friend, welcome back.
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