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Apr 13, 2006 23:31

Every moment that I am away from work I spend recovering from the shock of what I did there, a paralyzed state of remembrance and disbelief of the absurd nucleus my hours orbit. I draw a breath of halted air and wait:

Breathe galaxies of comfort into me, for you have a breath that is the stuff of suns.

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wordstoread April 14 2006, 07:49:16 UTC
This weekend will be a reminder that there is hope in the universe. We will dine with champagne.

your benefactor,
- Lee

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la_capricieuse April 15 2006, 04:46:22 UTC
beautiful, nicolas...

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