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March 10, 2008
Itís too late in March to be having this kind of snowy weather, too late for cold toes and the head nodding sleepy. The sun was slamming through the window this morning like a heat lamp. But it has a lot of winter to burn away. There has been much winter. I have had years of it now and am not sure I have the strength to send out one more damn shoot or to dance one more time around some skinny May pole chasing a girl who will never be caught while another I cannot see, chases after me.