10.18.98

The day after was golden and clear. I thought it was fitting that I should have to sit within a cage, peering out for every hour of daylight. I played yesterday - I had it all yesterday. It's someone else's turn now.

I thought: There will be other days like this one that will be mine, I just have to be patient. I've already had many this year, perhaps more than my fair share.

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