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Nov 10, 2008 21:00

I write, now, as if reincarnated. My fourteen cups of green tea in the past 36 hours really solidified that.

Not to know how good we can have it, I think, is a prerequisite to life. We've got to have something to leave behind. That notion. That's what I'll leave.

We ate hot dogs on that big rock next to the pond.
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