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morning often reminds me of the smell of earth. (a treewithin. feet in soil, firmly gravitated towards)
8:15 am. wakened from an exhaustive dream, i boiled an egg, burned a toast.   my body was still full of sleep so i held the boiled egg closely within my hand. i've a special fondness for eggs. i liked to paint on them when i was a kid.  I ( Read more... )

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