. . . the innocent sleep,
Sleep that knits up the raveled sleeve of care,
The death of each day's life, sore labor's bath,
Balm of hurr minds, great nature's second course.
Chief nourisher in life's feast.
~ William Shakespeare (Macbeth)
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just by the seat of my pants getting this week's word out here...
summer week three: lazy
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