jan 12 2009: 99/365

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    but when i lean over the chasm of myself,
    it seems
    my god is dark
    and like a web: a hundred roots silently drinking

    this is the ferment i grow out of

    more, i don't know, because my branches rest in deep silence,
    stirred only by the wind.

    ~from The Book of Hours - Rilke

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