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Jul 12, 2004 03:14

That was ... odd. New experience for me, didn't much care for it at all. In fact, what the fuck? They're late, they arrive, they're bordering impossible. Highly aware I'm not the only one feeling off-center.

All is well, though, besides the fact that I feel as if the wool has just been pulled over my eyes. I've somewhere to be this summer, I've some things I must do before summer comes, and I've got more than any of you could dream. I've been a bit late, though my apologies and excuses are reason enough. I was in no hurry, I was not waiting in arrival. I've come, my pages have been recently ignored, nothing seems to be as interesting as those things I could never write down. As things come to an end, I am beginning.

O! learn to read what silent love hath writ:
To hear with eyes belongs to love's fine wit.
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