The message 8
from Victoria Clare contains these words:

Traditionally, don't we usually have these arguments a little later in the
year? February is favorite, ISTR. Must be the dry summer...

It looks like February outside.

I think the flames are to thaw the chill out of our poor old bones.

creak

I've just been out moving a heap of weeds and débris to the compost
heap, pulling up some nettles and adding those, and cutting back a small
tangle of brambles.

It was so dim this afternoon I thought it must be nearer four than two
thirty, as it turned out to be. There's still a rose on one of the
bushes. Like a beacon it was, in the gloom.

/creak
cold, damp feet

I feel a flame coming on....

/feet

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Dark thoughts about the Wumpus concerto played with piano,
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