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Sunday, January 23, 2005

Zenday afternoon

In the yard of my first house grew a tree with plum-colored leaves. Outside my door, now, there are two. Also a camellia that never stops blooming. I like to take its fallen magenta blossoms and arrange them on the moss by my stairs. Don't let my stories of price and location fool you — I chose this apartment because of the garden.

P.S. Is it wrong to want a sticker that says "My other car is a Pynchon novel"?
 
 
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