it had been more than three months since the last time i treated my poor phone so poorly, but last night i left it languishing in a West Boca lawn, somewhere just east of where the gators take over. there was talk of blue heron and storks, and before the night was through i knew i teetered on the edge of distraction. i chose to go home early.
i blame:
endless days of Yanni,
countless cups of coffee,
and a week spent sniffling.
i woke this morning, 5am and phoneless from a dream colored by the night before. the faces were different, but the feeling remained.
Saturday, October 18, 2008
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