I am a native in this world And think in it as a native thinks
Friday, December 20, 2024
Urban poetry
I don't think the reds and greens in this picture have anything to do with Christmas—I think the occupants just have eccentric tastes—but it's appropriate for the beginning of winter, and the week before Christmas.
I'm heading south Sunday night and looking forward to spending a lazy Christmas somewhere warm. I was violently sick with a horrible stomach bug recently and worried I'd have to cancel the trip. I feel fine now, but still feel like I might jinx myself if I say too much.
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