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[mishak]

It’s quiet, here. The roomate’s been away for Christmas Eve and Day, I’m walking through rooms in my house, looking out the windows at the bare trees waving in the wind. The sky is milky white, opaque with the coming snow. Nothing casts shadows.

Soon I’ll cook a dish to take to a dinner party. Cook as much as steak tartare is cooked, I do want something meaty and red.