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April 30, 2013

Iím sitting looking there where the Snake had been sitting.† The sun has dropped below the window sill, but there are still those blotches in my eyes.† There is a blotch on the leather where she was sitting and I close my eyes and it will not go away.† I think to go close that blind but I am dimly aware that the sun has gone down now, that it is ok; that the Snake has left and I do not have any new holes in my soul.† There are no curios on my desk, no graffiti on my walls.†