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24 September 2008. Beautiful day, can we say this? Sounds from back office--silky and mellow... "Some...where over the rainbow..." Willie, even...
Short order place on Tenth Avenue, diner-metal siding, pink motif mixed with grey, waitress who's been there forever, her slightly tilted white paper tiara announces a presence--as does the steaming cup of black brew she deposits on quick-wiped linoleum before me... Mornings...
Or a bus stop in Berkeley, book tucked under arm, gazing up Solano, waiting for the G...
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