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2002-04-02 But something like a series of hints and distractions that suddenly increases to an unseen limit, even though things seem limitless. A forte-piano into death always lingering in the background noise housed under the tissue of lungs that get loud-quiet-loud. I've been called and I'm not letting the answering machine get it this time. Dear Lord, thank you. And this time, I'm not going to dodge around the 'G' or 'L' word for people's comfort levels even though they may agree without those words. But this time, a betrayal would surely take place without the concrete annuciation of your name, God. |