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December 26, 2002

so the season of sad won out...or maybe it's the rain and it's a week or so until checks...but like a rising tide the beds are filling...and I'm stuck still with the wanting ways we measure time and space and the ways we catalogue the artifact we call love and the distances we commute to in love and back again and how none of it is directly visible or decipherable--wow! de-cipher to render...word circles--thing is I'm between projects again, anyway my newest metaphor for love is fall and the tumult the deconstruction of...re-creation
dang!