Tuesday, May 27, 2008

Days and nights in the frying pan.

Even in my memory, she cycles away. Squeak of that back wheel I'd long promised to fix for her. Can of oil would probably have done it. And of course she still has my combination lock which, even if I was to recover it, would be all but useless for any other purpose now. To say nothing of her habit of not answering the telephone.


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