Here is my life which exists on paper. A new day, an old page. Enjoy.
02 December 2008
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1 comment:
october 21, 2006
I thought that today might be a writing day. Could it be so?
So much has happened. Much has been going on.
Willie
Jon
Miguel
Clara
HELLO!
If I hadn't met Jon that one day
I would not have met any of
these people. How strange the sound.
People. What are we? We are here.
Hello, world. , The beauty
of a pause.
stop it here.
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