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Notes from the mystic a few doors down
Polish the mirror, but don't look into it.
Friday, August 26, 2005
You can refrain from touching, but not from being touched by egrets that live only in the eye of a Japanese woman who has touched creation itself in her infintesimal silken threads.
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