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| log burning fire | he walked into the kitchen, narrowly avoiding the cat's vomit, bits of grass and mucous. he ran a sore right hand through his hair, growing in from a summer buzz cut. the new day was humming with new life. as he opened the fridge. someone was up already. there was the sense of beginning. | 050724 |
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| jordie | what we see is not real but what is not real is what's here and what's here is what's real so I guess if its fake then it's real and that's the way our lives go. | 060502 |