More gray than black, the thick layer of dust left a perpetual haze . . . the remnants of lectures past were always there, refusing to go away, lending their own quiet voices.
May 5, 2010
worn smooth
the acid free pages of my little black book are filling up once more
not with names or numbers or places but with hope life freedom
worn black cover with puppy dog ears fits my hand and pocket
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