Friday, November 15, 2002|
I feel as though I have nothing to say these days, nothing original or interesting or noteworthy. I always try to remember, when I sit down to the keyboard, to "write what is true." At this moment, however, the truth is that everything seems flat. I think it's the weather, the flat gray atmosphere of a northern Ohio November. All there seems to be on the horizon are clouds - rain-turning-to-snow clouds. The November winds only bring the promise of a dark, cold December and an even colder January and February. This feeling, or lack-of-feeling, will pass. It always does. 4:24:53 PM  Comments?()
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