i want some new news that doesn't despair me.

i found a book called love is in the earth: a kaleidoscope of crystals. i found a book called bead on an anthill: a lakota childhood. i found 3 notebooks from japan, mostly blank. maybe the news i seek comes from the free book box. i remember the stump farm on gabriola island. it was a clearing, a small house and barn, a chicken coop, hidden in the pines. this clearing here is not a clearing, it's a harvest of devastation. 
seems like there's never any rest i said to r. waiting for the elevator. you rested yesterday she said. oh, yeah, i forgot. thanks, r. well that was last week. i'm tireder now. when i rest you see, i don't rest. so it's true, though i forget, there is no rest this week to last.