2003 Artifact #1

Below is a paper I found while re-organizing my 5-star notebooks.  Although the handwriting only sometimes looks like mine, although I can’t remember if I actually wrote this or found it in a barn somewhere, and although the specific meaning of these drafts is abstruse to me, it still hits home.  I still feel it inside.  The me that resonates is the me that gets angry, that gets lost, that asks hard questions.  I am glad I’ve kept all these notebooks.  They will chronicle, then shift me.  (I do have strong memories of thinking the word ‘slick.’)

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