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Walked to the library in a miserable funk. And then in the park there was a pigeon gliding--not a flap of its wings, just a gray missile swooping across the whole length of the park on the wind--and that made me feel a bit better. As did the subsequent butterfly. The world may be full of misery and heat and people disagreeing with each other very loudly, but even in the city nature is doing its nature-y thing. Flowers and flying things. They make the world a bit better.

Today's library haul:( Below the cut for general nattery length )