Monday, November 19, 2007

There is silence here, no motion ticking sloppy sounds into my ears, no bleeding through of bleating horns and and tire squeals. Your hair is a mess, and it's ok cause there is no sound of the judging minds wondering why you look so and so. It's quiet here, and so you can rest, you can wear an apron and cook a meal, you can eat it in peace and in silence, that's all that's here.

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