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May 12, 2005

100Mornings-44

Blue Pastel Lite is hiding beneath the table. He is slowly melting there, but he doesn't know it yet. He will be a limp puddle of blue before he realizes his mistake. Like a frog in cool water that is slowly warmed until he boils to death.

Your skin comes of then you know. Bad burns do that. I have spent a lot of time in hospitals, both as a patient and as an employee. The memory that has sunk the deepest into my brain is the voice of a small child pleading, "Please don't take my skin off."