...it's a mystery!
"You're not yourself today."
Who am I, then?
And, more importantly, who's me?
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The drizzle created a mist that rested on the bay, blurring the line between liquid water and airborne haze. A troupe of ducks marched around the hospital parking lot. The mostly-sunken ship stood like a buoy amidst gentle waves. A speedboat buzzed past, taking no notice.
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"I love it."
Care to be more specific?
"Mmmmmm...no. Just, everything that's going on right at this exact moment, I love."
Yeah. I feel that way, too.
Often.
(Shakespeare In Love; Tom Stoppard)
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