If, the girl whispers, I do not go into the fire I will not be able to live with my soul. -Adrienne Rich, "Leaflets"
Tuesday, February 20, 2007
icing on the cake
Today, driving home from work, the windshield wiper on the driver's side flew off the car and landed somewhere in the middle of Monroe Ave. It was getting dark. And raining.
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