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First, The Thud of Locusts
Friday, November 2, 2007
It's not there now...
Stable: not easily moved. Stability, equilibrium, stasis.
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I wish there were something I could do to change this. Anything. But I can't, and that kills me.
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I have an MFA in poetry from the University of Florida, and since poets make no money, I'm looking into the lucrative profession of fly fishing, though I've never been fond of that much silence, or fishing.
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