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07.12.02 - 3:32

i saw the homeless men doing tai chi (maybe stretching for a race) in front of the fountains at u.n. plaza. i walked, heavily, the wrong way, to feel the weight in my heels, to feel the skin harden. i read two books, then three more. i put them in stacks against the wall where they wait patiently for their shelves to come.

the mother is teaching her baby numbers and the alphabet at the back of the bus, the 22 fillmore. she is quiet, he is loud and the moment is precious.

you were right about the stars.

i heard about you from my friend your friend. he said you were doing well. you said you were doing well. i suppose that's a consensus.

the edges, the edges, the edges, she stuttered, the edges of our selves are too sharply defined to contain all that we want to become. the edges of our selves are too blurred to really mean anything. the edges the edges the edges. she stuttered on purpose she knew what she wanted to say she was just was just was just too scared to say it all at once.

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