She saw me outside in the street shooting graffiti. Turns out there were some fine graffiti in her building. She invited me in, and offered others and myself some wonderful coffee.
[26 May 2009]
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I mention stuff that happens while I'm traveling! But sometimes I lose the drive, the compulsion that drove me in years past to write, write, write.
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