It is what my life is contained in
fitting in a corner
organized and diligent
ready to go
or
ready to set up shop
at the drop of a hat.
I feel elite in
my transience.
Wednesday, March 12, 2008
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My very own outward inward journal. May you see yourself in my struggles and joys. May you delight in my human condition.
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