[a lot of journals]
sunday sights i pounded over the pavement the last two days today i had to stay quiet. i had gathered my energy it seems a bit stretched these days i am gathering i am not a robot i am a robot i feel like a robot waiting automatic today i reached and reached i have been drawing drawing in curling the rain blustered and i saw a picture of the birch trees all of a sudden i longed for the east side for the land i came from. when i wake up when i pick my head up from sleep i have been so many places my body heavy with knowledge.
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