If I am repaired, can we meet again for the first time, in all of the places I have feared to go, and then, again, in all of the places I will have forgotten, if I am repaired?



Wednesday, July 14, 2010


Suddenly, I am aware that there is nothing but green... everywhere, lush and uniform, as if, in unison, every
flower has dropped or been plucked in rapture.


  1. That happened to me once when a can of green spray paint fell off a shelf in the garage. EVERYTHING was covered in a fine green mist.


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