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Twelfth day of paradise

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Entry from May 2nd 2007: "Paper cut. Geology. One boob Ruby?" 

Morning. Robin woke up bright and early 7:15 local time. I'm still barely awake at 10. I'm sitting at Aimee's with a coffee. Could use a drip i.v.

The day is overcast but refreshing. On days like this I could just curl up with a book and read. I might just do that. If I were to sit outside, I'd probably run into more people. Lawrence is like that.

I'm enjoying myself and this trip is proving to be healing in a way.

Today is the Twelfth Day of Ridvan (Paradise), but I don't know what the local Baha'i community plans. On trips it is hard to know everything.

I haven't been writing as much as I should. My Muse is on snooze. Haven't been journaling like I could either. I don't worry because I know the flow, this come-and-go, this swell and trough.

It is enough to be alive and well.

Blogville notes:

Well, I read two blogs! That only leaves me 50 to catch up with this week.

Kansas: Overcast and cool. Delightful weather.

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