24th March 1671

There is nothing wrong, nothing untoward or amiss, No one is hiding in hedgerows or crouching unseen on pantry shelves, no black dogs scratching at doors or bats in distant belfries, my gardens are clear from ghouls and unwanted guests, the madness and flux run of unwanted, my windows bring only daylight, dark clouds seek someone else but me

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