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Today feels like the first day in years that I haven't been working on writing a novel. When I took the dog to the market the gulls seemed whiter and the tree shadows more beautiful than usual. Men arranged pylons and filled a hole in Rue Belanger and I did not have to write about them. I did not have to filter anything through my bloody writer's eye, but could just walk through it all like some kind of free person! What did I do today that I've never done before? A bunch of little things. Sewed a patch on the pair of jeans I found on the sidewalk; listened to my new Saraswati mantra on my iPod; took the hand-drum out on the balcony and drummed thank you to the warm sunshine; made a mango and arugula salad and ate the whole thing... 
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