I need to talk some things out. Or rather I should, but don't feel able. Everything is abstract, vague, shifting, liminal. Friends near and far are calling, inquiring. I've been transmitting, though not intentionally. I promise the only craft that need head for safe harbor is my own. As soon as I'm anchored and secure again these distress signals will stop. Maybe then I'll find words.
6:02 p.m. - 2006-08-10
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