August 2010
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These are the midnight hours when the house breathes and my thoughts are at their fullest. Some lovely voice is singing through speakers, singing of a season not yet come. And I wish again for winter after another three-digit day. The distant groan of traffic off the highway whispers a reminder of all the billion strangers in the world: of their comings and goings, their thoughts and desires, the...
July 2010
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