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January 19, 2012

The light is a city I suppose.† A city in a valley, or I am on a hill or mountain. As I look out, I realize the sky is cut off in the distance by a tree line and then more darkness.† Another mountain.† I seem to be on the side of one.† Or maybe I am a pimple on the ass of an elephant.† I donít know anything about this writer. I donít know if he is an honorable man or woman.† I donít know what he might do to me. ††I already know he wonít let me sleep.†