I've seen tomorrow & it's the same as the patchy glow of yesterday. The distant glow I was aiming towards turned out to be weak, washy, and thin. Though the days turned I had not grown an inch. What looked open had just closed up again. We row & row. We stay the same. We're clutching oars. We row & row & reach distant shores the same as where we left & we're the same weaklings hesitating to give in. there is only the grace of wind.
Tuesday, November 1, 2016
CLASS CLOWN SPOTS VAMPIRE ON TITUS
HALLOWEEN, 2016
Happy birthday Bob, Happy birthday me.
I can't express how much this means to me. Thank you to all the most loved ones in my life.
Let's go forward.
It is 1:51 p.m.
This is the seance.
xx
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