I don't know what day of the week I left last week, but I left for Hornby. Sitting downtown, too early for the bus with not enough time to do anything, I ate a muffin. I thought about what I didn't want to leave and what I was glad to get away from. I love sunny ferry rides. Guitars being played, children dancing in the wind, blazing, enjoying the
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mb, can we please make out i mean hang out before october arrives?
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What a lovely entry. What a lovely trip. What a lovely man.
I didn't know/forgot you were Hornbying.
So I had mild awake-at-night panic sessions of where-is-Michael-maybe-dead-oh-shit. Because, um, I called once when you weren't there, or something?
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