Wednesday, September 29, 2004
you know, it's not hard to be optimistic when schlepping around with friends during the day or ensconced with cuppa and book in galilee, but i have a feeling that deep down, buried under the self-enforced role of bon vivant, is the bone-chilling knowledge that for all i know things are not going to turn out all right.
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