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Thursday, February 23, 2006

spring exactly

Every single branch smiling silently holding out two unfurling green leaves on the very very edge as a surprise poised offering them out to me as the branches sway gently and the new comers ride the wind.

Bathroom revelations: I swear something deep and meaningful swam into my head as I looked down into the sink in my sleepy haze in the morning smiling watching the water swirl down into oblivion and then wakefulness stole it away. Maybe tomorrow.

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