ofenchant's Diaryland Diary

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at least it is Friday


I wash crates, you see.

I don't know why I didn't think of it before. I feel like Bjork in Dancer in the Dark, except slightly more reserved and with possibly better music in my head.

I also payroll and bookkeep. It's fun.

I still desperately long for my acre of wilderness. It's in the making, mere months away.

But sometimes, on a day like today, I might throw it all in for a walk through the forest. A disappearance into almost tangible fantasy. And today is such a perfect day for it, with the sky a powder grey and the soft stillness of the wind.

People might seem perfectly melancholic on a day like today.

The beautiful feeling of possibility might be known to all.

But it all seems to crash when words are spoken aloud. Because there is no reason to narrate, but to fall into a soothing melody.

1:07 p.m. - 2008-12-05

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