Walking stairs Walking these stairs a year ago, a cup of strawberry coffee running, running through official words and sketching, sketching then such fragile thoughts, such wild ideas come quickly; how could it be that we were there, sipping by the hour, dancing dancing in the reign of innocently, open dancingly up those stairs a year ago, that cup, that cup of strawberried coffee running, drifting through official words and always sketching fragile thoughts, those wild ideas, how could it be, sipping, sipping by the hour, dancing in the reign?

these memories come to me now, eyes, taste, hint of surprise email some days hence February 15, 2002

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