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I was angry with my friend: I told my wrath, my wrath did end. I was angry with my foe: I told it not, my wrath did grow. And I watered it in fears, Night and morning with my tears; And I sunned it with smiles, And with soft deceitful wiles. And it grew both day and night, 'Till it bore an apple bright, And my foe beheld it shine, And he knew that it was mine, And into my garden stole, When the night had veiled the pole. In the morning, glad I see My foe outstretched beneath the tree. - A Poison Tree, William Blake

November 28, 2004

Mountains

Speaking of mountains, I have a list of things to do much higher than any point on Saipan (which is not very hard) let alone Hawaii.

I do not enjoy mundane banter so I will spare you the details, with the exception of 'I am frekin' busy'.

I have just enjoy an unproductive four-day weekend (Thanksgiving) in spite of everything. Guilt will set in. It always does. It already is.

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November 28, 2004

Mountains

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