i am on a bus, getting off. jenna is there as i get off and i am trying to get her attention as i wave goodbye. there is pervasive sadness. i walk away with others down a highway ramp, and a car speeds at us the wrong way. we make it safely down into williamsburg, circa 1998.
Wednesday, June 18, 2008
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