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2023-04-01
saturday afternoon bookstore


Grey sheets of piano tones blow across my Saturday landscape. I am a stranger now, missing R.'s friendship in the green mystery heights of San Antonio and Salt Lake City. I am permanently alone but feeling childish glee in this disguise of age.


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