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May 19, 2008

pared, boiled, distilled

I dreamed I told you everything, that I laid it out in logic and compassion. In my dream you understood me perfectly. When I woke up, though, I was alone. And I had not yet said a word of what I meant.

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Reading your blog is like absorbing a Duane Michals book of photographs and prose.

Yes, that good.

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