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verbatim from a dream:
"Expressed as a percentage of the whole, how full of Shania Twain is your butt?"
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roadnotes
Velma was one of the first to friend me here back in 2002, and for twelve years we stayed in touch. Sporadically at times. Faithfully always.
She was held hostage by cancer for a matter of weeks, really, and is already gone.
Thank you for your companionship and wisdom, roadnotes.
My thoughts are with baldanders, from the other edge of the continent. For you who ( Read more... ) -
the master
In October of 2002, Karina and I celebrated our first wedding anniversary with a vacation not far from our apartment in the Bronx: up the Hudson River valley, through tiny Hudson River towns, west to the Shawangunk Mountains, and ending a week later in the piny hilltops of the Delaware Water Gap. A great fall trip: chilly, leafy, brisk. We ( Read more... ) -
rapids
on a lucid easter's night four years ago, a sleep study seraph prophesied we'd meet again. four easters hence, and i have received no summons ( Read more... ) -
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Eight years old and all still true: http://nickelchief.livejournal.com/2004/04/08/ -
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Savage in Limbo: http://nickelchief.livejournal.com/2005/04/07/