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Solstice Swing
baby steps approaching brevity.
Friday, September 5, 2008
ok so
i often write cryptic notes to myself on scraps of paper, post-its, open notepads. invariably i can't decipher them later. i think perhaps i am a genius in those scribbled moments but then i forget how to be a genius all the other times. ok bye.
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