yesterday I was looking back over the last few years, perhaps you will say now that it wasn't good... none of it was as you wished... as it turns out... and all I will be able to say is...I didn't know, there was no reference, no book in which to read to teach the how of this kind of nothinking way of moving in the dark funny how things turn out the way they do it is hot and I am drinking cold coffee and eating frozen fruit reading and watching thousands of images step throught my mind oneaftertheother dragging lines of old poems after them all the while wondering if anyone has written a love song and wishing it would rain.

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