TIME PASSES.EVEN WHEN IT SEEMS IMPOSSIBLE. EVEN when each tick of the second hand aches like the pulse of blood behind a bruise. It passes unevenly, in strange lurches and dragging lulls,but pass it does. Even for me.
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Sunday, February 1, 2009
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