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April 06, 2009


Miss Grace

Now be fair! We were talking TOO! It was like, super-communication with laptops and iPhones and gesticulations and wine.


I tried to tell my husband what it was like to try and keep up. I said the strands of ideas weave in and around each other like a braid. ... And that was all I had. (I'm a lousy poet.)


Perhaps it was the tap tap taping of all our laptops (did someone say rain?) that crazed poor Molly.


Come with me if you want to live...

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