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October 01, 2002

today she grows older. just

today she grows older. just like all days. still breathing and moving. squinting from the light of the sun. ignoring the fumes of large trucks as they lumber by. a magnifying glass upon the world, showing the wings and torn legs of even the smallest of the insects. a warm bed in the morning, cold at night. a dizzying sky of blue to remind that as we grow older, it and all other things remain. a wild horse, charging through an open field. crest of dust swelling up behind it's powerful hips and thighs and hooves and magic. but today is the birthday of a brilliant woman, so today must be a great day i think. that's how the universe works doesn't it? i am a goddess of joy whose wings may grow dark from time to time. i am sleeping peacefully. i lie awake and pray. i want the sun on my skin as fall is here and she wil leave soon. tea coats my throat. a dove in my belly. it is october now. again.

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