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Tuesday, November 30, 2004

Run from rain

It rained today. Big fat rain. Little dribbly rain. It rained yesterday. I thought I had outrun it. It pursued me across five states of highway. I drove and drove and drove some more. I drove all day long. Up at dawn. Home past dusk. And I thought I had left it all behind. I was wrong. I was through with it. Folded it so neatly and tucked it away in my sock drawer. I may be through with the past, but the past is not through with me yet. She is not through with me. Not yet, it seems.
Peter 9:47 PM

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