what an evening that was!
if i shut my eyes, i can play it right back again.
this man’s sing-song, his happy, fun, sad, wrong, ramble, and
swoosh the wind over the park in waves, you know, very soft, and sounds of birds doing it in the bushes, in the jasmine bushes –
walking through that corner always smelled like walking through women in a night party.
and yes, a crow
on the head of a ten feet cactus, frowning and cocking his head at
me. cloud
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