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Thursday, October 10, 2002
There are days when I
There are days when I want to vanish, dissolve into a haze of clove cigarette smoke. It would be the perfect day for it today: the sky is gray, the wind blows off the Hudson river, and rain clouds hover close. Arts and Letters Daily has shut down. War seems just around the corner. A sniper hunts people for fun in my home state of Maryland. And winter approaches.
Posted at 01:37 PM
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