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Thursday, February 18, 2010

calamity, my daughter's name

the messiest parts of
life and also the
best, the happy
warmth of being
surrounded by
calamity, misunderstanding,
past-due notices
and
shepard's pie
with french bread
eaten on the floor
of an empty
apartment.
Posted by Rob Novak at 10:15 AM
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