20:04 - Tuesday, Jul. 08, 2003
salt
I think too much. Get so close to thinking I am ok. That I have it under control. That it all works out if I relax through it all. I pile work high and there is much to do. I slow down to stare sometimes. Regroup. Wonder about wondering if the firehouse was a watercolor of the firehouse. Think about if salt tastes the same to each of us.

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