Friday, February 4, 2011

At the end of her day

She sits back inhaling the quiet fumes from her end of evening scotch and remembers a day that involved a beach hike, writing a script, singing karaoke, compiling a paper on the entrepreneurial misgivings of the dot com era, balance sheets and cash flow practice, coordinating a production, and realizes - sometimes life is fairly confusing on any given day, but without this polarity, she would quickly grow bored.

So she settles in with 1925-1970 Pablo Neruda Poetry: Bilingual Edition and expects that again tomorrow she will set forth on a varied journey.

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