novembre ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- the groundhog that always sees her shadow gives up tradition in order to accept her past If you notice the dates skipping backwards and forwards in the last half-dozen posts or so, that's because I cut- and pasted some entries from a different blog into this one. I think of journals as rooms, words as furniture. That extended paragraph is a comfortable couch. Sometimes I get sick of the clutter a decade-old journal brings to my tone, and I post elsewhere. I'm just trying to be cohesive now. I think my writing will be stronger. My brother turned thirty-two today. 11:49 pm - 02.02.09 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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