”I’ll tell you who I was thinking of if you tell me who you were thinking of.” She was a girl he had passed on the street. He was a man she had seen on the elevator. His stranger was loved by a man she had never seen. Her stranger made love to a woman…
we ate all the whales now we’re gonna eat all the acorns
* Beneath a plum? Could be. Mr. Brown testifies as to some papers. Three or four sheets. Illegible script. A cloud in the Hampstead afternoon lets loose a spring fluid with sound. Dryades. Luscinius. A horizontal flight, a firm, unforeseen detachment where the branches bow to intersect the shadows. Jug. TWIG. Twig. twig twig twig….
they just started taking it down, that’s all all of a sudden someone was shouting orders and they just struck the set the cardboard backdrop was folded up like a Chinese screen and ten thousand neatly terraced fields came face to face with the Matterhorn it was too late at that point to tell someone…
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