Day 88

Death early again.

Death early again.

I am thwarted again by tiny tiny cuts. Belatedly I remember that I have the Water of Life. Perhaps I should drink it at the beginning of one of these days?  But that is even more dear than arrows… my miserliness rebels at the thought. How many deaths will it take to overcome this reluctance?

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