Wednesday, June 24, 2009
Travel notes
Pointillist memories of San Fransisco, its half-glimpsed streets, the antique neon of Haight-Ashbury as red and liquid as sangria. (Fresh-shaven scalp grudging against worn vinyl cushions as miles dissolve in a polished calligraphy of rivers and serpentine desert roads.)
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