Wednesday, April 11, 2007

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There is more going on in a man's mind, infinitely more, when he realizes he has to do something.

And could I ever become that-- that vague and overwhelming and responsible thing called man? I haven't really been listening to the things around me. There is on the other hand for children a light to maintain their breath and movement; muddied a feather drying in the slow to come sun.

He is there and there he lives.

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