Saturday, December 10, 2005

Precious Refuge

my feet hurt as if I walked across the country instead of lying awake all night till dreamed the Living Theatre talking in the other room glad see me good up four-thirty drive dark sit in plane two hours desperate window happy aisle five more flying reading napping mouth falling open meet Alfred plane stunned bus heavy bags city thanks Donald precious refuge stock up foodstuffs ogle Times Square unpack here

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