March 29th, 2003 - 10:28 a.m.

Needing papers of civility.

Have partially disappeared under the foliage, and snuggled in undergrowth.

Here, beneath the standoffishness, the please-do-not-touchness. The keep-your-distance-or-shall-be-forced-to-shootness. The do-not-like-me-too-muchness.

Certainly it shall all be better soon. Certainly this pall will be lifted. Certainly, purgatory is at its end. After all, it is merely geographics and timeline. And both of those are traversable.

N.

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