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true things ~ December 24, 2001 - 6:20 p.m. christmas eve... what do I say? yes, I've been out of touch. it feels in a lot of ways like everything is drawing inwards. hard for me to reach outside myself, sometimes-- even to ozone, who is right next to me nearly always. I'm coming to believe that this is a good thing. I think. hard to say what I believe yet. I believe that I am reconfiguring what I believe. yet again. the process of transformation is neverending. and I am here. in milwaukee. with ozone, and with my family. I love them all, and I'm enjoying being with them, and yet I realize that it must be stressing me out on a level so deep that I'm not even conscious of it. the only signs are the pinched nerve, in my hip, the sharp pain that runs all the way down my leg. the knot in the back of my neck. the sinus infection born of a day of air travel on only two hours of sleep. I am worn down, my energy low, but I play with my nephews, I work at giving ozone enough attention, I laugh with my sister, I attempt conversation with my brother. in between, ozone nurtures me, holding me, kneading the knots from my muscles, asking, always, if there's anything more that I need. tomorrow we will open a ridiculous excess of presents. we will eat candy for breakfast. we will have a feast in the gorgeous dining room of my parents house. it will be good. I'm glad that I'm here. this much I know is true.
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