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a dark summer wind plays in the trees.
i wait with baited breath for
the arbitrary numbers, pigeonholing a year into something
between a one and a five.
the ninth hour of my day
spent in contemplation, creation, and conversation.
page after page, filled with lines
made crooked by a swaying train.
what a wonderful time trial to start the day. i was pretty tired when i woke up, but ended up tying wilson's old course record of 22:47. great weather, it was actually COLD when we started, and now it's only 10:30 and it's unbearably hot outside.
erin's cousin is here this weekend and next week, which means that i may not be seeing so much of her for a little while. her cousin is really cute, full of energy and curiosity and verbosity. i'll miss erin--but family is family, and i can be patient for a week.
planning on posting pages from my sketchbook sometime.