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July 3, 2011

A rockin' horse moon hanging fair' low in the southwestern sky, 9pm, dusk, but a Texas dusk, that beautiful line on the western edge, fiery red to orange to yellow fading off into that beautiful blue and then further, into that deeper blue, which might be the prettiest blue that I know of, probably it is, it's the blue I'd like to summon with my knife in my hand, smear down that canvas, cut across it and down toward my heart, and maybe I could cut that canvas and the blue could slide into my heart, wouldn't that be nice?