1o8. we can breath water!

12Oct08

Firefly boy was here, yesterday, reading poetry to me. Marge Piercy is, possibly, the most gorgeous real fantastic poet I have heard yet in my short life.

A woman in the ceramics studio and I talked for half an hour about nothing, and it was pretty-pretty.

Colleges are whoosy.

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