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So I've been doing the gym thing for just over a week. I feel great. I do not know if this is Actual Results (seems a bit early) or psychosomatic, but either way I like it, and it's one less thing I can beat myself up about when I'm having a little self-rant, which is always a good thing.

I actually feel like under the layers of insulation I might have a slammin' bod, just kind of hiding.

I like exercise. I've always liked it once I've started doing it. I'm just lazy when it comes to actually starting. *grin*

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Poem for Neruda.

When things are quiet and the world is loud,
I read your poems. I read them,
And the world is louder, but clearer, like bells over the mountains,
Like the feeling of cool water
Running
Between my fingers, and the light of it as it falls.
I read your poems.
I read
Them and suddenly I know love,
I know the terrible wonder of it and the despair
And the great simple hopes of someone’s laughter.
I know the being of a fish at market
And blood on the streets,
I know the sound and sight of cannons,
Cannons with wide mouths like
Caves in the mountains,
With the bells tolling over them.