The machine hurt my temple. Stupid. It none nice to make absence. This none work. This absence. Scissors. Kinetic energy. Calculations circle. The electronics store. The hardware store. The preparation done no wrong. Done it. See my brother soon. See him real good. Gone see Atlantic Ocean. Video record Atlantic Ocean good.

The captain is an island and the map is an earring.

There are countless reasons to give up. But that is the only place I don’t see beauty. Stasis, inaction, now that is beautiful. But abandoning these illusions? How could I? Whether or not it is me that finds some little bit of truth is inconsequential. That a bit or another piece is found. That is all that matters. The discovery grants hopelessness and makes pain painful.

what happened?

And right before bed, someoned texted me, all excited that they had met Jim Clendenen. I didn't realize until this morning that he is a vintner from California--Au Bon Climat. Is beauty ever unconditional? The rain, the soil, the sun. They all have their say.

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