Most of the time, when I write, it's to keep track of where I am. Some things you wish you hadn't written. Some things surprise you with a clarity that was forgotten in a moment long past.
I just got in. I got up at 6:00AM Chilean time. It's now 4:00Am Chilean time. I've been up for 22 hours traveling and all I've got to show for it is a suite case of dirty clothes and no passport. I hate airports.
posted by Bart @ 1/11/2004 07:54:00 AM
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Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths, Enwrought with golden and silver light, The blue and the dim and the dark cloths Of night and light and the half-light, I would spread the cloths under your feet: But I, being poor, have only my dreams; I have spread my dreams under your feet; Tread softly because you tread on my dreams. -William Butler Yeats
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