dangerous compassions

I call you / from the comet's cradle

Monday, December 31, 2012


Today we went to a Catholic Worker House.  We saw the peace pole, saw the chickens, knocked quite a few times, and nothing.  No one was home.  I've called five times now, over the past few days, and no one answers.  So it's confusing.  We left a note under the door and on the truck.  So maybe they'll call back.

Then we went to the beach.  My favorite part was lying on the sand, looking at shells and rocks.  But it got cold in the wind.  


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