“That’s me in the corner, that’s me in the spot light,” blogging my religion. All this chatter:
On the wings of Ebay appear three new books (like totally, new), just seeing and touching and loving, cherished, prizes, imagining a trip to Paris, or Corvallis, Oregon. Or Trader Joe’s.
Prized things, already encouraging the kid on with sheer beauty, the flowery whispers of a breathtaking witch, cackling on her wind-driven broom: “Follow me home.” Magical thinking.
P.S. — Tomorrow, as promised, the return of stories falling out from the sun-splashed Camry odometer. Fortunately.
from a mountain bench 
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