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:: Monday, January 05, 2004 ::

A thin layer of snow covers the skylights of my house, muting what little light the grayish winter days have had to offer. Since the New Year, getting around has been like skating, trudging, and plowing.

As I have been coccooned and doing battle with this winter's plague of flu, my list of things to do grows in my hazy head. January is when I look toward Spring with all of my might, pushing forward, trying to avoid various seasonal ruts and such. It seems there's never room enough for the people and things I wish to experience in my small life. Reach for something, and I have to let go of something else. In order to go toward one place, I must leave another. A transitive state, simply moving. It is a hope I harbor that the choices I make will also choose me.

:: Anne 4:10 PM [smartass remarks] ::
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