9 December 2009. Cold and bright.
Shoe time. But why? It's a bird's world, and the residence permit is an old sole. The well-worn brougham, or a Dr. Scholl's. Narrow alpargata tucked away behind--a mere slipper--and sturdy Red Wing boot. Each one with it's avian visitor--lighted, for the moment, in drawing's realm...
1953, Nevada Street School, Oceanside, CA. Our assignment--to write a philosophy of life. Impossible them, impossible now...
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