Saturday, October 19, 2013
October 19, 2013
Many years ago in the weeks after I graduated from Messiah College I was abroad in Prague and accidentally left a weathered copy of Walt Whitman's "Leaves of Grace" at a bus stop on a rainy night. I wonder what became of it, these 10 years later.
Monday, September 16, 2013
September 16, 2013.
A few seasons have passed.
There is a chill in the air tonight. I am sitting on my porch, about to go to bed. I left the north end and live in jamaica plain now with my best friend liz, joe, and kerry. I went apple picking with joe yesterday--joe, who is the kindest, most gentle man i could have ever asked for-- and we are going to make a pie. or two, more likely.
A few seasons have passed.
There is a chill in the air tonight. I am sitting on my porch, about to go to bed. I left the north end and live in jamaica plain now with my best friend liz, joe, and kerry. I went apple picking with joe yesterday--joe, who is the kindest, most gentle man i could have ever asked for-- and we are going to make a pie. or two, more likely.
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