The memory of smoke

The memory of smoke

Wednesday, November 20, 2013

Six weeks, and counting.

A year stopped, to be sure. Six weeks is nothing, except it's been a very long time since it's been late at all, or even not damn early. When can I reasonably celebrate, conditionally?

If I'm still clear to my birthday, I'm calling it.

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