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Faced with the unutterable, words still disintigrate...
And ever new, out of the most quivering stones, music builds her divine house in useless space.
-Rilke
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I am moody.
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[I am not very good at html]
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sometimes i wish... [a blog]
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Wednesday, January 30, 2002
a reminder:
most of these posts go up without too much thought of how they are displayed.
most are rough outlines of thoughts in my head.
they may not be worded as well as i would like them to be.
2:34 PM
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