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BLUE CONFUSION

Today is the third in a string of such unbearably blue days I don't know whether to run outside in the garden and whirl around with my hands in the air, or trot down to the Lake and sit there on the shore meditating on the deep meaning of blue, then whirl around with my hands in the air, or hike up to the mountaintop through forests of turning leaves until I'm utterly up in the bluest blue of the blatantly blue sky, then whirl around with my hands in the air. I love blue confusion.