dangerous compassions

I call you / from the comet's cradle

Thursday, January 05, 2017


Yesterday we went out to Mexican food.  When we were done eating, Ming noticed a syringe with needle under the table.  He told the waiter, who seemed confused.  I wasn't there.  I was using the bathroom.

"I'm glad we weren't wearing sandals and kicked it!" I told Ming, when he told me what happened.

The newsletter is a lot of work.  I also stamped some homemade cards with a peace stamp for thank you notes for donations.  I made a flock of them and left them sitting out overnight to dry.  I like the green on green.


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