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Note to self:

Do not create inner classes in client-side code that are supposed to be serialized and sent to the server. Very bad mojo. (throws NonSerializableException)

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sistercoyote's words this week inspired me, and I sat down for twenty minutes to write the first non-journal writing I've done in months. I'm not entirely enamored of it; I think there is still some more work to be done on it, and it's too bad I can't duplicate the sheet of notepaper with my work-in-progress scratchings-out, insertions and marginalia, but I'm posting it here anyway.

I hope to make myself write something each week with those words. I realized earlier this afternoon that I seem to do better at writing when I have an assignment.

Freefall

Stars pierce like needles the velvet night of space. Suited against the hungry pressure of emptiness, A spider's silken thread his slender tether; A box of tools, a choice: repair his metal bucket Or loose his anchor and drift away

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I've just realized, on looking back at my notepad, that I didn't use all the words. Howsomever, I'm going to leave the poem as it is for now, unless a good use for "candid" pops into my head anytime soon.