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2002-06-03

Only (pant) two (pant) finals (hands on knees) to go.

And then no more stomping on each individual burgeoning sprout that emerges from the unconscious to the topsoil of my tongue silent. Time for the brain to exercise the inverse again. Books and books. I want to learn again.



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