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Monday, August 10, 2009

She's worried about the approaching winter.
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      • A curious mind.
      • Five o'clock.
      • Repeated.
      • Crouching there, bracing herself.
      • Gnarly.
      • He rarely says anything.
      • She no longer had a beginners mind.
      • She doesn't know if she'll be able to keep up.
      • There's little in between.
      • The wind rocking the boat.
      • Another way to arrive.
      • Tilt it this way.
      • The smell of the wind.
      • They were breathing the fog.
      • She pokes around.
      • Move on.
      • Her one wild life.
      • She was naked.
      • Stop and breathe.
      • On the sidelines.
      • Facing southeast, the way of the rising sun.
      • She's worried about the approaching winter.
      • It's all in the moment.
      • She couldn't do it if she didn't feel it.
      • She always got a little antsy.
      • She thought to paint them.
      • She wanted to make him happy.
      • She was in love in the breathless hold her breath ...
      • Cooking.
      • Do a twist and maybe one of them breaks through.
      • She kept listening, attempting to interpret.
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