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
It Could be, It Could be...
Self gained a mighty foothold in my conscience on the afternoon of the beginning of my awaking. I feared change but I landed greatly in a small bed of soft grass and slept until the emptiness wore off.
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