so this is the real survival struggle, the daily grind when not taking flight into gardening in the late afternoon. not too well adapted to this niche, desperate measures, tactics must be employed, desperate kinds of creativity, like that of the peacock, as I try to dazzle, distract and seduce into compliance, the lazy, indifferent, blase, sleepy, tired inner peahen, so tempted to lie down.
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