10:25 p.m. - 06/13/03
lay you down, sleepy child.
There's a little silver button in my music program that has a triangle on top of a square and says home. And that's the million dollar word with me, isn't it?
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I have so much to say, but an hour has passed since I wrote that tiny paragraph, and I realize I'm falling asleep on the keys. That might be a good thing. It might be better, tonight, to just let the story settle before I begin telling it. To linger in the love my ever-so darling friends have wrapped me in... who knows? It's possible that, in such blankets, I could even sleep.
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