| hello moon. |
| where time lives: 24 July 2003, 1:10 am. |
| I rode in on a donkey, but the city was deserted. People had lost interest waiting, so I sat in the street, my feet bare and callused, and I waited. Waiting is a sensation in the back of the neck. Like the first swallows of wine; a slight tension. I would turn back the days. Call the barges. |
| dairyland::
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