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March 29, 2004
Is there something, something to be writing about? Something to be feeling, or talking to with this a word or two – we we we have come upon many things in the years since our, in the eons and eras that have passed between us. Come! We are awakened, we are quickened to something subtle, something holy, something that arises not our of either of us but out of some third, some sudden, sudden . . . whippoorwill. Whippoorwill, oh child of time, oh child of specious lassitude! Can we, can we? I testify that we can, that we certainly can.