The following is a work of fiction.

Not Nick Nolte's Diary, Malibu, California
September 27, 2004


What is there to say? Sometimes the days pass like smoke from a campfire. I can see it disappearing but cannot do anything about it. No diary, I am feeling fine, but I am just a little puzzled by the afternoon. I get up at dawn like I always do and take breakfast and then read. Before I know it, the grandfather in the Chestnut Room is ringing away the morning and it is already time for lunch. There are no chores for the day and I cancelled my appointments. I think I am going to stay inside and try and slow down time. Autumn is coming though and the squirrels are in the attic again. Peace in the Middle East.

[signed] Nick

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