i make a cup of tea tomorrow i that i drank yesterday & that is how things slip & slide along these days, time has no definative line & moves around & around, a swirling biting thing i have no control over. the past i wrote in the sand gets re-written over & over, i think, how can this be when the wind should blow them away
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This is amazingly late, I know, but.
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