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09-26-06|
3:08 pm
I have written: I will tell you about the real me. The feel of night air on skin. The smell of grass, water, dirt--I know them all. Warmth of the sun in winterspringsummer fall. Memories that hit like sudden storms and drown everything. Words, always words, like a private solace. Focus, drive, intelligence. 1,2,3, breathe, 1,2,3, breathe. Footsteps on sidewalk, dirt, grass. That is the real me. Dreams have a price and I learned this, I paid them.
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