Monday, February 17, 2020


it is a couple hours after the last post


i drank some red wine, beau jelais or some such


mom went out side for a minute ahe is sittin in her chair



i just wonder d


how weird will it be to be in the U.K. for a month


it may be very nice


i'll say to jesse next month, "less than two months till i go to england."

. . . .


i been listenin  to The National album I Am Easy to Find

it's fine


i like the photos of Paul D'Amato

i saw some on booooooom.com

midway



People Faces


Stories of Lives



i guess i have no more    to tell you



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