: White, featherless birds leap from tension wires. In flocks they sail to the snow, tumbling from the air. Skiers on the mountain; watch as they swerve and fall. The snowfall is commercial genteel. It’s still cold in here. Kept cool by a metal desk. The principle made konoko rice, topped it with green seaweed and pickled pink ginger. Sunset. Dozed on two separate cold floors. MossBurger is a study hall. The Cuba Film Festival meeting at Habana. Snow drifts and disappears on heated sidewalks. Afia and Charlie at the train station. We made friends with a 79 year old lady on the Super Kamui. She gave us cough drops. I thought she knew I was American by how loud I was talking. She was coming from a New Years party. I think she has healing powers. The keyboard is cold.
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