Saturday, December 18, 2004
To a Person of Nearly Last Resort
A tiny speck of light has drifted down into the hole and now I can make out a little bit of my surroundings. Somehow, I'm not in the quicksand any more. I'm just caked with lots of sticky mud.
I feel ridiculously relieved and thankful.
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