June 26, 2004

  • The Year

    The first season is a brush
    with innocence.

    One finishes the year behind
    the sickle, and beyond the step
    of God.

    Deep Thought: When I pick up a handful of sand at the beach and let it dribble through my fingers, I think, Man, this is not a very good vacation.
    Today I am grateful for: Plumbers even though they cost a fortune

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