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Saturday, April 22, 2006 

I am twenty six
The wind moves through my black hair
Sunlight through my skin

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    A daily haiku blog project. Is it art? Is it blogging? If nothing else, it's a test of discipline. One every day for the rest of my life, or until I grow tired, whichever happens first.

    This may work with more than one person. If you have the interest and intestinal fortitude to join in, write to email at sangsara.net

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