Atlantic City
Thursday, January 8, 2009
For one moment yesterday, it was all possible: The misted winter cold. The hazel-eyed warmth. The silence. The communion. Outside, down on the beach, four walked toward a storm.
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Such mood... Mas!
And that photo is Hopper-esque. Am I right?
XO
A.
Really, you are too good with words.
Are you a Bruce fan by any chance, Beth?
Again and again, we sit here at our computers and reap the rewards of visiting you.
Anna, Hopper it is, baby. Hopper at AC (what a thought!).
Maya, Right back at you!
Jane, Oh, yes. My man. Absolutely. Own every record.
Sherry, And without people like you, none of it would matter.
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