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Today was pleasant pleasant. Brilliant sun, playful wind, and crisp air down Telegraph Ave. I walked around Cody's with Paul and saw so many names, so many artists in paper that I just a few hours before never knew existed. (Gosh, the world is so enormous, and strangely all very similar). There was something so delightful in this act that made me remember how one of my high school pasttimes was to go to the big box bookstore on Douglas and Rocky Ridge, and look at books from after school until closing. Studio, life events, and plain memory loss took me so far away from what leisure I so relished for such lengthy periods of time, that I forgot what kind of things I like to do! So, I'm taking the time, and really trying now, to remember what I really like .... away from harsh value judgments, violence, and bitter fruits.

some tentative form of understanding between two individuals
insular worlds, new worlds
impulsive acts
essentials
piano music
baby horses
vast fields of grasses blown dry by valley wind
shimmering in dim light like thin veneers of birch
running grains, arching from the trunk of a tree
into a place where men and women have
lived into a stronghold of proof
of action
and action
and movement