Apr 11, 2003

Transliteration of a Sigh

I have little more to offer today than the simple assessment of how low I feel. The week has been a sort of downward spiral aimed at a sucking chest wound. I kept waiting for inspiration and impetus, but neither of them left their beds. And I don't know them well enough to barge in uninvited.

Blast the permanence of ideas.

posted by Mary Forrest at 10:18 AM | Back to Monoblog


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