I'd be in bed, but I like to end my days with a word.
Writeeditreadprintgo! --> to the post office as gray wind whips the canvas bag against me and an old man calls to me as he protests Obama's healthcare on the curb --> to the pen, to the sealed envelope, to Westhampton.
I've needed this momentum.
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Tonight the clouds are glowing.
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