Walking With Demons
And attempting to stay dry.
Words.
Are there no ends to the tricks you can make words perform?
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Saturday, February 19, 2011
It's not so much the time as the wonder that comes with it. Somewhere across here, I can feel my body getting ready to sag into the chair and just be done with it all. Done with breathing. With life. Really, now. Just too much to deal with.
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