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and then our exile

Saturday, September 11, 2004 at 10:41 a.m.

"he looks pretty too. But also a little silly." (T.)

i have started to swim in little cups of Damascene tea.

That, and "merry September 11th, Alan."

Two days ago, i watched the sun paint rocky cliff and precipice varying shades of pale, and then i went for maghrib.

Longer post one of these days, perhaps.

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