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I woke up with a fire in the gut...itching to do something. As Miss Jane departed (for the next few days) at noon, i felt like i needed to fill my day with... motion. hunting for film for the unpredictable old cameras catching up with old friends searching out new music and a deep film. returning to an empty house, except for the cat... and silence. complete. no signs of life on the hill. like an island. which has left me with the strangest mood. disjointed questioning unsettled. like missing one of the senses. flame... diminished. |
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