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20211119 I haven't written in quite a while; my notes from 2020 were a curious rediscovery. I dreamt of N. I don't recall the details clearly, but it was her. My father knew her mother instead of An. She was coming to live in Valmadrera. I only remember N in my bed and all the sex that followed. Maybe I'll write to her.