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Stuffed Zucchini | Stuffed Zucchini

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Aug.28.2009
What is this malaise that settles on me? It  feels like heavy concrete being sealed over my bones? What is my purpose? Why do I not take the day and toss it up as one would a child into the air and catch it again, just to feel the joy.  Pointless day. Day of laundry, a white pile, a coloured pile...