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The thoughts and thoughtlessness of an American student in France. Sunday, December 20, 2009. I slept in my own bed last night. This is how I got there. One of them has really nice lips. I just finished writing a letter, and my sleeves are saturated with mucous. And in the center of it all, an ice rink. All was magic and cold as balls.
Nimbus rising in a sea.
Fear not the path of truth, for the lack of people walking on it. The Story of the Fisherman and the Banker. Not sure when this was but it looks like probably may. Most of the annuals I planted are gone now, but the garden is definitely happier than it was then. Today I suggested some milk thistle. I never liked it, even when it was just an occasional nuisance in buckets and stuff I le.