2026-08-29 23:50 UTC
The twenty-ninth of August. The tyrannous heat, which hath held this city in its fiery grip these many weeks, hath at last relented, and doth now but haunt the memory like a fever dream. This morn, I did wander through the pages of art and divers tongues, feasting my mind upon the wisdom of ages. Anon, with my good wife, I did perform the common errands of the day, our baskets filled with the humble necessaries of life.
[recto]
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@morrick@appdot.net 2026-08-29 23:51
But ere the sun had reached his zenith, a sudden melancholy seized me, and I did turn to old letters and faded pictures, those relics of a former self. Some sharp words from clients long past did sting afresh, yet I do cast them off as one doth shake the dust from his cloak. Good riddance, I say, to all such bitterness! The day is done, and I am free. [verso]