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learning to try and new like shotguns and sawdust we feel our way around in the darkness most of the time trying at least, to not stumble into oncoming traffic or have our legs taken off by a passing train. this the madness of mandolins and the true promise of porcelain---- life as we have it, made of futures and pasts, loves and lusts, haves and losts: it's the counting that takes your eyes off and keeps you from climbing out.

2004-10-22 | 5:57 p.m.
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