24 September 2003 (Wednesday)

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There's a cat in my laundry.

My favorite season, autumn. It's a good time for noticing.

The line between laughing and crying is so thin these days. So much being open. Too much?

Morning becomes midday, midday becomes dusk. Time doesn't let you hold on to anything. In two weeks I'll be a quarter century old.

A thought: can becomes easy when it's disguised as must.

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