11 December 2008. Sun. Lee's sharp laugh just outside. Then Lina in dark maroon sari, white five-gallon pail with thin layer of suds, pouring over curb. World needs a wash-up...
Nothing much to say, really. Driving home very late, curving street through a few redwoods, wash of headlights on Berkeley homes. Silent thoughts, here and there, one by one...
Lima beans with turmeric, peppered gold--a peasant king's repast...
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