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2002-10-10 || 3:41 p.m. || preying mantises and dragonflies. || one of the nicest things is sitting in the cold with no sweater with a very very good old friend, the kind whom you can't help somehow touching when they are talking to you, whether it be leaning your elbow into their side or clasping their hand when you get to the good parts of stories. i forgot the way you get to the bones of things. while i am talking you are tracing them with your fingers, feeling how they branch out, constructing a picture of my hand like an x-ray. it is cold hands with you. and overcast skies. and savoring cigarettes. and getting to the very bones of things. guestbook || notes || archives || profile || photos || d-land |