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Tuesday, May 18
Afternoon, on the riverbank

I had the dream again.

Been havin' 'em for days now.

Fire and stars and pounding blood and jaguars running through the jungle Tezcatlipoca, Tezcatlipoca…

Woke up still feelin' the jungle hot, and then I felt cold, and then I cried.

Still, it don't feel so empty when I wake up no more. Not real bad like it used to. Momma says that means I'm gettin' better. I dunno. Still hurts, but somethin's different now, since I started havin' the dreams.

I still wish Tez was here.

Leastways I'm doin' a little art? Gotta do some new sketches for the concessions. Ain't too hard drawin' pictures of food, I guess. Don't gotta worry 'bout 'em lookin' real or nothin'. They ain't good, not like I used to draw, but they're okay.

I draw cotton candy and ice cream cones till I feel sick like I ate too much of 'em and I just gotta get outside. So I take my sketchbook and wander down by the river, lookin' for a good place to sit. Maybe out here I'll draw better...

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