Monday, May 18, 2009

Vessel Log: 2009 05 18


: could’ve ended badly but didn’t. Overslept, my bus leaves in 11 minutes; Bleeding green, wet and warm, sky like a dry and rocky Maine shoreline. How the air curls the hair; puddles and dry patches; the ability to cook soup on demand; falling asleep with a book in hand, Letters to Cleo followed by Lewis Black; a chocolate trip to the convenience store.

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