Friday, January 04, 2008
Still Waiting
In groups of four there are always more than four. (Proust) I may have said too much. They seemed friendly but everything can change faster than you think. I am not really afraid, at this moment. I am not unhappy enough. (Beckett) Still waiting for wise men. My toe not broken after all.
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