steaming a little laughing a little irish prose and romantics poetry a little; responses to good tunes lace and shadow spaces; loves to scribble on butter paper; magic tool: good black ink pens
Wednesday, July 27, 2005
my summer of love: chapter seventeen
we disobeyed the sign and fed the birds. the army of geese, turkeys, crows, ducks and other miscellaneous fowl chased me all over the green.
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