i know no better experience than growing your own strawberries, except, perhaps, eating them.
Thursday, January 05, 2006
The Patron
It was her custom to remain seated until the end of the performance. Tonight the flickering images appeared grainy and harsh. Had she seen the same theme somewhere before? She left early and picked her way across the grey cobblestones back to her womb-like room.
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