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2011-11-27 - 8:32 a.m.
always this balky thing
"wait," i said, coming to a dead stop in the middle of the street. "i'm not spending the whole night walking to eight or ten or a dozen different hipster hovels because someone might know somebody. i'm too old for this." * * *
reading: an american history textbook.
listening to: wind in the trees.
working on: dyeing with alkanet.
in the garden: creeping jenny gone copper-coloured for the winter.
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