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Thursday, February 17, 2005

 

something

sometimes you have nothing to say. and then: something. like: staring up at the moon through the branches of a tree covered in dead brown leaves. the roots of a tree bulging up like dinosaur bones. the vines hanging over a streetlamp - gothic. the moon again, clear and free in a midnight blue sky.

this morning, staring at the screen: nothing. this evening, walking my dog: all this and more. something.

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