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Monday, November 18, 2002

bluishorange - such a crumbling beauty. "these days, clarissa believes, you measure people first by their kindness and their capacity for devotion. you get tired, sometimes, of wit and intellect; everybody's little display of genius."
10:25:07 PM comment []

coming up above us now is a cloud, a creeping thing. on the trapeze the catcher has a resin locked hold, solid. at the yards, the cirque, a tantamount of luxury, has dispersed its athletes into the night. the rain later will clean the sky.