Some days my only exercise is a walk to the top of the driveway to smell the air and scan the horizon. Today, this Saturday morning, is different. I will change the spark plugs on the car, buy tequila and lotto tickets, and maybe visit the storage unit—a ritual push against the tourist traffic, that, which brings me to, we need to move…it’s like one really needs another world, but we shall have another house instead, somewhere…as soon, as soon as…evermore as soon as…as soon as I relax, they say…and let the good things in…
One Evening in the Wind
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