perhaps the truth depends upon a walk around the lake
—notes toward a supreme fiction
Tuesday, December 24, 2013
Merry and all that
A dusting or so of snow unexpected. Listening
to Britten's Ceremony of Carols. Thinking of
Afghanistan and wondering about the stars
there, constellations, planets. Peace on earth
peace out. Merry merry 2013.
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