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Tricia

i don't know if it's because of the repetition of 'in the afternoon' or what, but this feels like a found poem.

actually much of the diary do far feels very poetical despite (perhaps because of?) its mundanity.

I can't decide between this one and the 12th (boys was glad to see / us found some mud) for my favourite entries so far.

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