Tuesday, September 09, 2003

About thinking of phosphorescence, the beauty of the Skyway, logs piled on a Wahington State beach and Devil's hole. The coincidence you should find me here and I was looking for you looking for me. Vancouver all in pastels how to be there at once and in this job now. Girl on the Amtrak heading home from tennis camp and him heading to Portland hands touch and there is no sleeper car to sneak in, to share a pet or two or three. These are numbers from Chicago, 43 54 65 are not the same ones they use in the Northeast or its dramatic cousin the Northwest. I-91, it actually ends somewhere.

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