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confessions of a dinner whore

Tuesday, August 12, 2008

global caller

ogosh, magical things, in the kitchen with the lights dim, raindrops knocking on the windows, we spoke* in subdued voices, no stereo, we drunk warm milk to múm's 'kostrzyn,' magic, love, ultimate things.



[*about memories and energy and laws of physics]

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