4 November 2008. A clear dawn after heavy rain--sun and wet birch leaves, glistening...moments of hope...
Her dark hair, falling, falling, a mountain, falling over tables and chairs, present and past--evaporating even the most absolute... Grand-sized sheets of black paper with tiny bits of white attached--spread everywhere--crummy napkin traces, touches of greenish ink--a residue of the world known--the world adamant and still. A mountain, stop in the Tahachapis, also dawn--franchise chain--tables hard and unrewarding, but there, as in THERE, as in THERE...
Moments of hope...
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