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May 15, 2004

somehow although i'm far away these things from home find a way in. like something i never meant to pack but here it is anyway and so we turn it over and over and poke it and try to figure it out. and it just makes us feel worse and sad and it makes us frown but we keep coming back to it anyway, somehow.

and you find yourself standing on a roof looking out over the ocean tearyeyed thinking of tumbling down and how that would be unthinking.

but it only makes sense to indulge that for a little bit. then you hike and you swim and you fall asleep on the beach and wake up feeling stickypink and with sand on every part of you, you brush yourself off and pick up your things and walk away feeling clearer.