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and then our exile

Friday, April 23, 2004 at 12:07 a.m.

Today a day beginning with much-potential, spiralled downhill through dissipation until around 4pm when it picked itself up by the tail and started swerving upwards through sunlight and the feel of grass under bare feet. By the afternoonish i actually finished some things that had been waiting for too long. And ate strawberries and sat in the sun. A bike-ride with a compos'ed song and decorated knuckles...but no, of a sudden i'm terribly tired, so more must be for later.

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