Out of the Attic
God is the madwoman in the attic.
I'm camped out on the threshold with my journal, camera, and plenty of snacks.
Wednesday, September 28, 2011
the new commute
is a very early, very quiet commute
a glittering, cheery in its own way, commute
the air right here, at this time, smells like fresh doughnuts
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