ursen picked himself a corsage and found a girl
i never started crying
i would have kept on crying
and i had a reading to do
my uncle roy looks a lot like my dad but sounds even more like him. moves his face and hands just exactly like him.
but unwound, softer corners. we share an interest in geneology. great grandpa baked pies for a living, in bridgeport ct.
anne is from scottland, she has her dilemmas with this world. i love to sit near her at a party.
my brother got so hugely lucky
designing women
forevs
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jackie and eddie's house is on the market for the first time.
jackie's granfather built it. she was born in it.
my great grandmother died in it, at 104.
trying to take a picture of more than ten fireflies out here in the woods
then i was thinking about lightning language
then i was reining in my thoughts
then what got reined in got thread bare, sent downstream or how would you say
sometimes new england can put a style together.
being home after weeks away,
this morning ursen woke up saying
"gee wizz i had a good night with my brain"
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