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February 11, 2011

It's getting darker now, and I can feel drops of rain. The sky is so heavy, like a belly, a bladder full of liquid and it's so heavy that drops are starting to bleed out and saturate the air, my clothing, and my skin. 

 

But in all this, my mind wanders from its task: the penetration of the secrets.  I must stay on point.  I have to push.  I have to push into, and onto the point of knowledge.  Sneaking into the lodge while the fellows are out.  Falling on the stake, feeling the green splinter slide through my belly