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Life is boring in regular shoes.

My hands remember her,still.

And then he said,
Let there be snow!

There will be the faint smell of the bougainevilla blooms wafting in through the open windows in the evenings.

I want to become a simple happy penniless bum before i die.

just a totally unrelated.. daily diary post..
and yes, the well dressed weather man in the local channel predicts snow.... if lucky, i could zip down mountains this weekend. I am ummmm stoked.. in local lingo.
And thanks for asking. my new place is the most gorgeous Ive ever lived in.. even compared to the one I had in the mount in cinci..

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"But I know this city. We will be back. It may take awhile. But we will be back." - New Orleans resident ( Read more... )

For the space of about thirty seconds, a half-naked, betel-chewing pessimist stood upon the bank of the tropical river, on the edge of the still and immense forests; a man angry, powerless, empty-handed, with a cry of bitter discontent ready on his lips; a cry that, had it come out, would have rung through the virgin solitudes of the woods, as true ( Read more... )