Jon wants me to blog, and I
have time issues. I try again wondering what words will come. Always a
mystery. So much changes in a person in a day, an hour, a second. How
does one capture with words a moment of what a being was when by the
time the writing is done they may have evolved into something quite
different? Everything changes. That's our constant.
posted by thetawolf at 09/23/03 20:54 | link | comments