Another of those rambling, nostalgic posts began spewing itself forth this evening. I haven't time to finish it now, so I've saved it for later completion. Again, I'm reminded how writing is rather like digging a well. Most of the time, you can reach some minimal flow of water if you dig deep enough. Sometimes you come up dry. And other times, it goes all artesian on you, and you drown.
Glug, glug.
Glug, glug.
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Date: 2002-10-30 10:22 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2002-10-31 06:16 am (UTC)thanks for the thought, i will be haunted by waters today.