A Bright Clearing I AM.

There are worn-out circular paths around that bush. I can't help it... venturing off has always been my nature.

Sunday, November 4, 2007

November 3 Marker.

Old stuff into a new place.

Toted five bags.

His RPG fever.

Longer minutes before the sternum attack.

A healthy reminder from Janice.

Six-hour wait into the dawn for the seat I have now.

Reread my journal... naturally: realizations.

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