do you ever get the feeling that there's something so secret going on?

writing continues apace. cleaned my mother's bathroom today and we all know that means sublime calmness. my uncle was married yesterday to a woman he met in a nascar chat room; the service was in a park in loudon with a lovely creek and sycamore trees bent all around it, and I kept hearing, "this is my niece, erin," and "carol, is this your oldest?"--"yes, this is my daughter, erin."

I have more to say!

but no time to say it.

that's what's up. I'll see you after everything.

love,
Al.
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do we all want to go out to the desert and look at the sky with our own people surrounding us?