The following passages are dedicated to Leopold, to the vernacular, to certain evil women (you know who you are), to certain wonderful people(they know who they are), to soft afternoons and quiet Sunday evenings, to Fall and seeing your breath for the first time since Spring, and to Isabelle Ya Feng ... a soul slipped by like two ships passing in the still, moonlit sea. -- Abraham Ahmed, the Surfing Beatnik
In the Hands of Fellow Motorists...
5am... Coffee... Anticipation... Morning Stomach... Laundered Clothes... Face dry from shower... Unknowns confronting me... "Another week down!" I said... Feeling that this is all to "normal."
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