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there is a full moon staring round eyed back at me through this window. it is a good sign. like the miniature studio in the store-room i possessed in the old days when every lightbulb was clouded by moths.

she comes to me when i have an idea and a good one. urging me onward. that's not to say it always gives me the courage to reply. i so often swallow those children back down, wrap up in a blanket and hide until they finally fall silent.

and i can get back to what i really want to do. which is to zip up my mouth and switch channels � ad nauseum.

because there is no rejection in the blue screen.

i feel myself warring with pudding again. testing the sweetness of it in between my toes. it's refreshing to know the child is still in there and laughing.

the first big painting show coming sooner than expected.

another hateful hummingbird made quieter and a face in the back that wants to be spoken.

should i let her out?

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another gift of gold from a stranger.
i do hate a mystery. but i am still flattered by the persistence of it. there must be something worth reading here. so thank you kind sir or madame.

Photo by Martina Hoogland-Ivanov

9:25 p.m. - 2007-09-27
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