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Friday, November 01, 2002
I always looked forward to my November mornings.
The sky looks opalecent in light turquoise with clouds in yellow, pink, and purple.
Mist hangs just above the dark mirror lake.
The sun is glistening and the air is clear.
I wonder what it is like there, just above the water, below the mist.
My sister called last night to tell me she has a cancerous tumor. It's going to be a long winter.
I need to find that space between the water and the mist.
9:04 AM
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