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June 15, 2001
Sitting in the cold, cold sunset of Duluth, MN. Someone's got a bubble machine downstairs and the incandescent spheres drift up to me as the wind tangles this hopeless hair of mine.

Saw a black bear on the drive north; he stared at us unblinking before running the fuck away. I'd run too, if I saw me returning my gaze, somedays faster than others.

Funny how skies (and people) can be so pastel the one day, so fluorescent the next. Most days I feel so orange, but today, today I just match this sky, this sunset. Today I will forget.