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The fever has left this mortal body. My head is returning to normal. There are still some wasps buzzing around in my head, or pelicans. Or perhaps a distant ship, thundering. I am happy to wear the colors of life. A hug for you.

There's a huge difference between wasps buzzing or pelicans trying to spread their wings in your head and that ship doesn't sound good either or does it any deliveries?
Here I only hear shooting, and the wolves keep howling.

A big hug to you, by now you are healthy again or? Don't paint the entire night without sleep.