April 9 am
Minor trail burrowed,
ghosts unleash to the backseat,
slimmest sadhana.
April 9 pm
Norse runes ring my mom's
gift--"to ward off evil." Not
all years are good ones.
Thursday, April 10, 2008
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Fifty miles. Seventeen syllables. No power steering.
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