I felt like posting something witty or profound, or maybe dinking out one or two of the ideas I've had rolling around in my head the past couple weeks. However, I'm finding myself rather drained from the past couple days, and thoroughly sick of heretics. After dumping Paine today (it would have never worked out between us) I find myself in the company of a most disagreeable fellow by the name of Huxley. I can't escape insuffrable heretics, and really rather just want to read someone sensible.
So I'm posting a picture of cherry blossoms. It's almost the same thing...

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