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I call you / from the comet's cradle

Friday, May 20, 2011

night, world

I'm trying to think if I have anything to report. Friday means little to us--Erik goes back to 12 hour days tomorrow. This evening we went to the park. I walked in the wind and worked on a letter to H. There was a big party going on at the community center, and lots of people in dress up party clothes walked by. I looked at them and felt so glad I don't have to wear high heels, make up, and dresses that cling to my body. But it might be fun to dance.

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