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02/07/2004: "Fenix"

The sun felt warm on my skin today. I was walking, out in the open air, and I felt warmth on the back of my neck. Pure from the sun. Boredom is a habit, and it can be broken. No more excuses -- "It's cold, it's dark, I'm tired, I'm sad...." -- they are only alibis ivented when the imagination and the will go to sleep. I saw the auspices; birds in flight mean new life is coming.