The Log Lady

One day my log will have something to say about this.

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There will never be a fire there. Even though it has stopped growing larger, my log is aware. Letters are symbols. One day, the sadness will end. I think so.

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Is life like a game of chess? It ate my garden, all the plants, and much earth. They introduce themselves, these ideas, with words – are they words? To the trained eye, his way will show itself. I think it does.

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A hotel. Sometimes it is not anger, really – it may appear as such, but could it be a clue? Or the case of the two-headed schizophrenic? Contrast. But my log tells me about the sounds, about the new words.

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There are even tiny ducts – tear ducts – to produce these tears should the sadness occur. I hope Norma likes me. My husband died in a fire. How beautiful it is to find treasure. A nightstand. Contrast.

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Am I being too secretive? It would be so near. And now, an ending. And yet, who could throw away the casting of a loved one? Letters are symbols. The dog ate so much earth it died.

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To the trained eye, his way will show itself. Sometimes jokes are welcome. And yet, who could throw away the casting of a loved one? Reasons can even explain the absurd.

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As above, so below. Yes, now we know. Hard, brittle pitch is no good. Where there was once one, there are now two.

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Nothing is simple. The answer, of course, is yes. This was not a forest fire. Woe to ones who behold the pale horse.

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No. I had a dog. I love pie with coffee. Is life like a game of chess? Watch, and see what life teaches. I play my part on life's stage. I think so.

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Composition. Life, like music, has a rhythm. The heart -- it is a physical organ, we all know.

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I can see the smoke. Food is interesting; For instance, why do we need to eat? A hotel. Is this a key to life in general? So now the sadness comes. What could possibly be happening on or in this drawer pull?

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Watch, and see what life teaches. Is a dog man’s best friend? Am I being too secretive?

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And the something else, the wrong interpretation of the clues, we call our world. How can this be? No one can know my sorrow. Are we being introduced against our will? This was not a forest fire.

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Yes – we are ignorant of many beautiful things. Is love the blood of the universe? My love is gone. There are things in life that exist, yet our eyes cannot see them.

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Are blood and love related? It was just the principal of the thing. And the something else, the wrong interpretation of the clues, we call our world.

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I am my own judge. Have you ever seen something startling that others cannot see? Are we being introduced against our will? Yet there are those who open many eyes.

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A log is a portion of a tree. I have spit my pitch gum out of my mouth onto her walls and floors and sometimes onto her booths. Reasons can even explain the absurd.

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Trees standing together, growing alongside one another, providing so much. Balance is the key. Sometimes I get angry and do things I'm not proud of. Yes, it is a dilemma. I grew up in the woods.

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He was black and white. That would be strange. Things like the truth. Is love the blood of the universe? Some say it is inside us--inside us one and all. Sometimes my questions are answered.

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I carry a log, yes. What could possibly be happening on or in this drawer pull? I carry a log, yes. I am my own judge. Nothing is simple.