A flock of blackbirds shifts in the sky like lava in a lava lamp. "It is good to be on the road,"says Doug. Bahjah leans on the armrest, her casting her eyes about convivially, proprietress working her counter. I can't shake the thought of these last few months,"What do you have to say for yourself?" But life is so interesting, no matter. I think of Paroles. "I shall eat, drink, and sleep as soft as captain shall." And I can say I've worked. We will shed much and learn to believe what we couldn't.
-- Post From My iPho
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