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01.28.08 / 8:38 pm
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there was a balance between rain and snow in the morning,
both coming, neither staying; bad guests.
weather for three cups of tea and a book,
but i finished the dregs and put on a jacket;
put some books in a pack, an extension of my body,
and walked into a mold.
it's always making one decision after another
(or maintaining that i do, when i have no choice at all).
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