I didn't cut tonight, when I've done so almost every day of the week, almost every week. So I guess that is done sort of progress.
Sunday, March 4, 2012
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A dispassionate white sun shone at the summit of the sky. I wanted to hone myself on it till I grew saintly and thin and essential as the blade of a knife.
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