30 June 2000
It's a gorgeous night. The Heart of the Scorpion, Antares, twinkles brightly red in the clear cool air. I've been noticing it over the past weeks because this time of year it's hard not to. I see every night just above the treetops as I come down Ma's front steps and turn my face towards home. But it's moving further west each night, and soon it will drop below the treetops. Summer is passing...
I intended to enter something here about all the things that have happened this week, but I'm too tired. The work sucks everything out of me. I'm going to bed.
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