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M U C H   OF   A   MUCHNESS
		I was waiting for such a long time, and I was still hoping it would soon happen ... Nonetheless time wasn't gathering the harvest. Who had told the wind to keep mum about it ? A gentle breeze had heaped some trifling matter it could have encountered, but it was out of luck for these trifles were just a load of mumbo jumbo. Hopefulness was still burning inside me and I was still waiting. I knew the grain needed time to be transformed but I wondered whether the odds would be against time. Who was meant to be the consignee of the seed ? I should have known, the rot had set in ... But I was quite bent on stopping the rot ... I searched first the gold mean - that was a cheerful thought ! And it was too a dead giveaway ... Let the probity be pristine, a voice mumbled inside of me. I wondered what light I could descry in the depths of despair. Rain clouds were still rambling in my sky. Nevertheless, every cloud has a silver lining. I just had to discover the second one ... Some were still giving me the runaround, and cause me distress, but all of a sudden I was hoping to retrieve the situation, on the distaff side, and I was no more in a fret. I was on the verge of taming the wind, eeriness was spreading all around me, and while the threnody was dying away, some words dawned on me : it was all much of a muchness.
			16/01/10 Isabelle Coquinot