A Bright Clearing I AM.

There are worn-out circular paths around that bush. I can't help it... venturing off has always been my nature.

Saturday, November 3, 2007

November 2 Marker.

Lone show with four gangly boys.

Tall cup of coffee.

Conversation with an old friend.

Conversations with old friends.

Two minutes upon waking without the sternum attack.

A plastic box full of clothes and kitchen stuff.

A tin box for intimates.

And a basket made for girls.

Encouragement from two people somehow...

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