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01/24/2004: "Fragments"
I am asked if I am related to the singer. I know who she means, and admit to a distant relationship (undocumented). I have a story about how someone sought out my uncle, thinking it might be Him, but I don't get a chance to tell it.
It gets bitterly cold, again. I go to the skating party.
I skate for a few minutes, sit inside and eat and talk with the rummage gang.
He and I were in the same class in high school. There isn't much to say about it.
There is just a sliver of moon in a deep blue, achingly clear sky.
