dangerous compassions

I call you / from the comet's cradle

Sunday, August 24, 2014

gmorning

I'm up still, cursing the chai I had this evening.  Ming says he should have slapped it out of my hand. 

The alarm's set for five hours from now.  We have morning plans--my favorite breakfast place in Sacramento (or the world, really) then the big farmers market under the freeway.

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