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Monday, November 06, 2017

midnight note

I'm up in the middle of the night.  This morning we go on retreat.  I hope to sing a lot.  I'll bring the uke too.  Maybe write some letters.  Get some clarity.  Leave the city behind for a little while.

City noises have been bothering me a lot: yelling neighbors, engines revving, even the ice cream truck's loud persistent song.

Well, I should go back to bed.


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