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Saturday, December 27, 2003

Animalia

The kid and I are sledding in the woods and she's too cold but she says we can't go home, which is too bad for me because the kid and I are sledding in the woods and I'm too cold but she says we can't go home. But then we're home and couched and slow and warm and watching the Lion King in Polish until my brain breaks up and dissolves and runs into the cushions. I dream transparent snails as big and soft as rubber ducks, warm snails with smooth clear shells, the smell of talcum powder, and wide soft sky-blue snail eyes that blink back at me as friend to friend.

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