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2003-03-23 | 10:54 a.m.

this is one of those days....

a day where you lay in bed, sprawled out in a dress with laces and bare legs and feet, your hair still a bit wild from the night's unrest and you float...

float in the 11 a.m. light that glows the room on toward buttercream and ivory and baby-bottom pink and think...

and it's quiet except for the hum of the tower and the muffled thumps from the next door neighbor's kid and the washer 2 floors down and you think you would have loved to visit Baghdad if it could only be a peaceful place and you feel your decisions and how they got you here...

and you wonder about your spiritual brothers and sisters all over the globe and how they're doing with all of this choppy chowder that drowns most of mankind...

and you want to cry but you don't want to cry, and a plane glides over your house, but beyond that it's still quiet and you miss your next door neighbor's grandson like he was your very own little boy and the sunshine grows brighter until the doll's eyes glow..

and you recall waking up yesterday morning on the edge of crying because you reaized that you loved him years ago, but not now, not now, not anymore..

and you're ready for another cuppa jo.

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