In the evening, as I walk past 2221, I spot a small, dark-crested figure pulling a trolley bag across the parking lot toward the green door, which opens to an oblong of yellow light.
She must have come to the house from the Greyhound nearby.
Welcome.
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>> posted by John Psmyth
• 6/19/2004 01:19:00 PM
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