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and then our exile

Friday, February 13, 2004 at 9:10 a.m.

For some reason i can't get warm. It started yesterday at Fajr. i even tried wearing socks. but it didn't work.

My hands still smell like grease. We're fixing the spindle on the tractor. Or trying to.

If you did not see the northern lights last night before 'isha, i am sincerely sad for you. even though--there is a certain brutal comfort in somnambulism: that without knowledge of higher aspirations, greater visions, it is easier to live with one's self, when actualities aren't realized.
this is my direction of thoughts these days. selfish, yes. unwarranted, yes. misliked, yes. but nonetheless: wishing for things i know i regret, and asking for one party of two to be removed. The one.

and then our exile

Friday, February 13, 2004 at 9:10 a.m.

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