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7/13/17

7:31PM

Today I rode my bike from Cambridge Heights to Bastille Days.  I like riding through the city.  Also, you don't have to fight your way up the goddamn hills, PW style.  I got a few good photos.

Today was a big better than yesterday but a wave of panic hit on the way home from the city.  I can't slam it down with my fists.  I have to let it pass.

Shower then sleep, I think.  I'm tired.

More tomorrow.

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