dangerous compassions

I call you / from the comet's cradle

Monday, April 05, 2010

sunny

Last night I got a phone tree call from P saying the bookstore at my place of worship was broken into the night before. The computer was stolen, records were stolen, jewelery, statuary, some books. It's really sad because it's a sacred place. I worked there for a couple years, Thursday afternoons. So I'm a little attached.

Last night there was thunder and lightning. It was the first time I'd seen / heard it here in quite a while. The storm was very near. And it rained a lot, poured.

This morning it's sunny and the world is clean.

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