Brain Dribble

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Thursday, December 15, 2005

Serenity

On the way home today, I thought, "Out here, it smells like cucumbers and watermelon...and grass. It smells like watermelon and grass. Not the sweet, fruity part but the rind - the protective covering that we throw away."

And I was comforted.

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