Tuesday, June 27, 2023
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10:30 AM
20230627 I was holding a wooden stick that was roughly shaved of its bark, not thicker than a centimetre, and as long as a chopstick. As I twirled it between my fingers, a minuscule piece lodged itself in my finger. I had a splinter.
Labels: emotion: pain, general: lack
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