John A. Seafisk Knows Nothing!

Saturday, November 22, 2003

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It's 2:30 a.m. on a Friday night. The wind is howling outside my door. It whistles down the corridor between my building and the building next door. I can hear the branches of the trees rustling & ruffling, scraping against the buildings and each other.

It's soothing in a way. If it was anymore soothing, I would not notice the wind at 2:30 a.m. on a Friday night, having finally fallen asleep.

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