R.U.T.H.
. . . running up that hill
Thursday, May 26, 2005
Can't sleep
Mind wandering...strange to be home...the nights warm...the cats lurking about outside...
Tempted to go walking. Find a hill to climb, get closer to the stars.
Work haunts me. Myriad of thoughts. Reprocessing of conversations.
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