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Feb 2013
To be honest, i keep waiting
for something to happen, to
appear, to somehow find me
but I should know that I have
always had to search things
out on my own. You would
think that all this time with
myself I might learn some-
thing new, but I know this
skin, I know these feet. The
boundaries that have made
me up are ones I've already
pushed. I am trying to make
use of material that is not
palpable. Getting no where
with no one to tell but

you.
(c) Brooke Otto
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