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solitude travels the vastness of the deep boundless funk

Thursday, January 15, 2004

Sometimes he feels that he is shoveling the heavy wet snow
the more he pushes, the more he puts on the shovel
and unless he unloads the snow, the heavier it gets
and suddenly it gets to a point where he cannot move it
or budge it
or abandon it
and then
and then he is stuck
and now his only hope is to wait for spring
when the cold winter snow will melt from the warm spring sun...
and it is then he can move... move once again

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