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A year of fragmentary writing

April 6, 2007 by admin

Remembering…

isolated parks where I have retreated to do some writing. Not happening today. Today, no pleasure park, just chaos in the Starbucks. Busy. Holiday buzz. Bland songs, blunt. Cold feet. Fast talkers.

Sometimes here, sometimes not here.

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