If I am repaired, can we meet againfor 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?
Friday, March 9, 2012
I found a feather in a mouse hole, and yesterday it rained. The fire’s burned down to charcoal, and it’s getting cold again. Old Harold Graves has passed away, and I’m fixed to buy his land. I’ll be a feather in a mouse hole, just like Peter Pan.