Sunday, October 30, 2005
The fortitude of tall, strong pines giving shelter against a biting northerly.
The joy of crystalline brooks babbling o'er clean gravel.
The excitement of trout leaping clear of glassy surfaces in celebration.
Skal.
You say, I will see you on the forty-ninth floor.
And in return, I will be waiting, right there.
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I saw an online shrink yesterday night, and received some life lessons from a respected
Yes J, attempting to ruthlessly dissect my truths may be deceptively difficult, but someday, I trust, I will know those truths, instead of merely thinking that I know of them.
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Rumba in an hour; hope that I won't screw up too much today, heh.

