12.14.2008

How we operate.

I am home, finally, because it has been days since I've been home.

And I have bought many books in the last couple weeks, and am happy that there is just enough snow on the ground to warrant me lazing around and reading them. Even the Vonnegut.

I had so many stories I wanted to tell, and now I'd rather just put these days behind me instead; and the one story that I'm dying to tell is still so close, so seemingly intimate that I can't bear to put it in print quite yet. Save in the e-mail I sent earlier to L and K of KLM.

Give me some time. I'll come around.
--M

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