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I have a picture. A thumbnail picture. I have a thumbnail picture of an island.
And I wish tonight that I was there and there was a bar there called the Gertrude Himes and that my friends were there and we could laugh and be and live.
I'm feeling heavy and sleepy and somewhere awash in it all. It's full summer outside even if the calendar doesn't agree.
And summer seems as good a metaphor as any. With it sunny spatches so hot they burn you and it's stormy patches to thrill you.
Is it wrong to want a full month of good days?
And I wish tonight that I was there and there was a bar there called the Gertrude Himes and that my friends were there and we could laugh and be and live.
I'm feeling heavy and sleepy and somewhere awash in it all. It's full summer outside even if the calendar doesn't agree.
And summer seems as good a metaphor as any. With it sunny spatches so hot they burn you and it's stormy patches to thrill you.
Is it wrong to want a full month of good days?