This weekend: bloggers incarnate, D Series in its new space, thanks People Who Came, thanks mustachios, picking bindis and fruit salts, faking it at wine to get another pour, convincingly for the good stuff, the rules as we go, walking forth, just forth, and finally asleep under a spider armature of opera’s greatest hits at mil park on the first feeling night of autumn. Today raining around the coyote and baklava in the atelier.
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I thought I should be reading fiction, but then there would be nothing else to say.