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Sep 29 2002 Kelly Norton

Last week was an entirely new week; nothing of the prefabricated chain of undistinguishable days that usually constitutes a week. Everywhere change rippled over the top of things like late afternoon shadows out in front of a speeding car. Even the soaking rain sounded different outside of the upstairs window. Even today when I woke up the sky was uniquely brilliant as if lighted by a second sun. I am in a much different place than I was a year ago, but I still haven't completely figured this new place out.

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