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2006-11-14 - 11:54 p.m.
my words have dried up like a sabkha, like an alkali flat.
nose to the ground, details like salt crystals get me through the day. stepping back, there are mountains and endless sky. somehow, though, i keep finding myself in the middle, with the flatness and the dust, and i wonder what i am choosing to do. to be. to become.
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