12 February 2008. Sparkling sun, early spring. Puff of white smoke against pale blue sky. The older neighbor couple lumber by--a Mexican shirt and a blue smock, holding hands. Narrow figure emerges from 7-eleven , white hair, dark clothes, graceful stoop, opening door of dark red car. Woman with leopard-skin shawl...
Song with many O's--feeling follows sound. The pleasure of... Smallish gray squares, painted with infinite slowness, a wainscot room. Who are we? Frayed wire on white wall--abraded--and a camel/ship vision. Desert door. Words for drawings: fast, free, legal...incommensurate with gesture, sense of touch. A sly but serious way of knowing. A path. Treacherous reward...
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