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April 06, 2006 - 9:13 It feels very good right now, believing in the pleasantries of the impersonal relationship. Where before it was a chore, it's been an honest comfort to me lately. Dawn says I look French today. Sean always says good-bye before he leaves. Yesterday, I participated in a yoga class held at my gym. It was awful, for the lights were on fully, and I couldn't look anywhere to escape the mirror. But, in the final resting moments I reconciled by imagining I was a sheep on a pitch-dark moor.
And a displaced hand was burrowing into my wool.
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