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June 29, 2008
I'm physically day-dreaming again. I'll be pressing on with a boring task when, all of the sudden, all my senses are wooshed into a place I know with every inch of my body, and I'm totally, completely immersed, a full-scale sensual experience. A lake side, sitting on the warm, fragrant jetty, with small waves splashing softly under/around me, with the boat lines creaking quietly under gentle strain, with the smell of water, fish, reeds, with the whisper of wind in tall trees, and the pressure of sun on my naked skin. Woosh-in, woosh-out, sadness remains.