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Thursday, April 1, 2004


  Here it comes, that strange feeling inside--misty and whistful, coming from nowhere. I've been reading posts from My Otaku, and threads on OB, and people have some mighty interesting things to say. I feel today a strange edginess, as if something is about to happen. It's nothing profound, or overwhelming, but I'm smelling the winds of change, what? We have been having the strangest weather-- hot-- into the 90's, then back to 60"s. The gloom and think fogs of June keep the morning darker and cloudier than usal-- this usually doesn't start til June. Perhaps these odd feelings are nthing more than being aware of the apparent discreapancy between sulight and date. I'll retire a little early tonite.

I do have a little poem for today--
In the stream of Consciousness
We are not isolated islands.
But rather brilliant colours
Blended subtly,we both stand alone
And mix together, making new colours.
With the magic of the Artist's hand
We become the portrait of life.

Time to close my eyes, and watch those home movies called Dreams.

Goodnight, Ozy J-- greet the dawn with a roar. Goodnight Bali Kitti--and gentle starshine. Goodnight Kamiya-- take time to smell night's jasmine, and goodnight Wolfy-- I wish you a thousand watercolor days. Goodnight, and moonlight beaches for Vashsangel who says kind things. And warms hugs and regards to all friends.

Practice random acts of kindness-- because they feel good.

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