Monday, Feb. 10, 2003/9:53 pm

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...I am exhausted, I am exhausted -

Pillar of white in a blackout of knives.

I am the magician's girl who does not flinch.

The villagers are untying their disguises, they are shaking hands.

Whose is that long white box in the grove, what have they acomplished, why am i cold...

Sylvia Plath, The Bee Meeting.