miðvikudagur, september 10, 2008

nýjung

It is a new house now, the once-greasy kettle scrubbed scratchy-clean and the counter swept of crumbs. The early morning grumbles. The middle of the night wheezes, turns, grasps for the coverlet.

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tristan sagði...

are you still breathing ... nearly two weeks have passed

 
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