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it never really seems to
come these days. nights pass in a haze
of familiarity, punctuated by brief spurts of unintelligible
importance. to someone. they all fade quickly, returning to the
general fuzziness of the past. the question remains, and i have
not the means to answer it. i dont know where to start. the
inanity of our position diminishes or even eliminates the
possibility of finding some sort of meaning, or even a starting
point on that search. the trees stand as they always do, but the
moon casts strange halos around everything. is that normal? why
cant i even remember that? stages.......
i hope the squirrels win this time.
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