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a brief stop in the bookstore led to seeing a ghost. if i hadn't stopped (thanks k. thor) i never would have seen her... prihti (?) from the solar haus of many years ago passed me on the street in du pont circle. i swear it was her. (the faces on the street often look like people i used to know, from high school, california, dc, blacksburg, etc. i've forgotten them, and they emerge to haunt me for a moment and disappear. but i swear i remember! then i'm just being paranoid...) but before i could remove my headphones, she was gone--a ghost vanishing back into the crowd, and i had a train to catch. what would i say? someone died at your old house on sunday, 300 miles away. and nice to see you again... do you remember me? i don't remember you either...
i feel for you bburg kids, though... i hope everything turns out okay.
i feel for you bburg kids, though... i hope everything turns out okay.