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post #118
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10/17/2006
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Snails in Paradise
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Career Spotlight: Field Biologist
Notice: East Coast Branch Closure
May all beings be free from suffering: late winter in the country
The country haircut



Hawaii

Category List
April - National Poetry Month 2008
depression
dogs
February Smackdown
food and wine
Hawaii
Italy 2k7
pants
people
robot
the natural world
the rest of the world
the sexy



Favorite Things
drinking
· burdock root tea
eating
· gingerbread
reading
· Lucky Peach

I was dreaming. Standing at the top of a very steep grassy hill that dropped to the river. Far below me built along the bank were skinny multi-storied houses. Michael Pemulis was standing behind me having just confirmed that the museum was closed. Staffers were dispersing to their cars, waving goodbyes and see-you-tomorrows to each other. I turned back towards the river thinking "I've always thought I'd like to live down there, but now I'm not so sure".

There was that unmistakable sound of glasses clinking together, only sustained, like you would hear if you've ever lived near a train or other rail type track, which I do not.
I was awake and standing in the backyard half expecting to see Pemulis there squeezing a tennis ball.
It was raining.



(ʻŌlaʻi is the Hawaiian word for earthquake)




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