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The rain last night was so nice....it sounded like horses galloping ever so gently and I was immersed in Kerouac and the soft sizzle that my cigarette made as the paper burned down to the filter.....I made trail mix at four in the morning. Haven't had it in so long and as soon as I taste it I'm brought back to the last time I had trail mix......back in February, angrily marching on the Upper East Side with my friend Rose...protesting the war....I miss her. Miss someone else too. Only a few more days....my birthday and spending a week with my darling Nicky. I am so lost without her.