Wind, sails and more.. Provenz' has left the country. I can't think. I want to do a page one
rewrite, but it seems daunting and overwhelming.

Victor and I read through the cut I'd made again. The canada section
will kill. It's okay. It's sort of okay. I don't know what the fuck to
do.

I'm supposed to do an interview with someone from the london times. That
is fucking gear.

We'll see. I need to write this thing... Fuck.


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