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i would like to include a picture of how i spent my day.  but my day was spent dwelling on the detestable.  i threw a saddle on sad, painful events from the past which i cannot change.  i cinched that saddle, and i rode those memories hard, and long.  and i pretended to try and dismount, only to dig my spurs right into the flesh of the beast.  it tried to throw me, but i know how to collapse, then flex, stretch, relax, and tighten with the knowledgeable grip that could safely cradle a sparrow and just as convincingly crush the soul of an angel into the black heart of a devil.  it wasn't easy.  i am good at it, and i really caressed the pain. a lesser man could have wasted the day with just a smile, ignoring the nobility of all my hard work.  i have no photograph for the day.  a tear will probably suffice.