Jan 20, 2003

"Every breath that is in your lungs..."

...is a tiny little gift to me.

It was just that kind of day.



I got home late last night. I went to bed later. And I woke up early early early. But then I filled the time and the sun came up and I planned and prodded and produced. It's strange, though; the more I do, the more I must.

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