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Friday, October 10, 2003

once 

indefinite scram, the wince of chase over again, and into the hollow where there are families and stretching to even the smallest, wilderness in human theory but a leg up, tripping thru a mud range political hatchet and make of steel, loss of present (again) while thinking over the landscape and adjustment, carrying principle to the street to let it see distance, lining up, firing up, stopping in mid sentences, et cetera, and this is as much as to say

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