"Sit yo' ass DOWN…" I says to myself. When distractions pull in directions I'd rather not go, and invisible forces push to places I'd rather not be. Should the blue chair be used to sit and think some more? Or, will the sun-warmed seat, alone, be enough to melt the fog and reassure that the ultimate truth still resides in my toasty buttocks.
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Sunday 2 April 2006