are out there.
02 dec 2002 / 5:32 a.m.
it is early morning; i am in tucson. everyone is sleeping. i have gone outside to smell the desert air twice; i am thinking of going again. i miss it when i am gone from this place.
i have done a lot of feeling and thinking in this apartment, off and on, for 8 years. it makes sense that something new should start in this place; it is a center over again, over again.
i am going outside to see the date palm and the pink sky.
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