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Because I am itching for Prague -- and the next album:


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( A camera unwound. )

New York folk songs.


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I found myself on the Internet:


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I celebrate the new, remember the old, with peppermint bark chocolate, Maria Callas, haiku, sleep.

Edit: And the moon in my coffeecup.

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The world can wait somewhere down the crazy river.I must, I must, have looked absurd in plump black- & white-striped sweater, bonelessly supine on a blanket checkered with the geometry of hundreds, red & white, neatly lined: a gingham quilt no longer the vogue, too many decades having passed and fine sensibilities developed ( Read more... )