Today I took a picture of a sundial. I have a camera now, for the first time in ages. The sundial is in the background of the digital clock on the newly activated phone. Now I just have to figure out how to get stuff on computer without e-mailing it. Which I could do if I wanted to pay for that.
Hey, pang or nostalgia. What do you speak of now? Old buildings in Johnson City, NY? Late evenings with library books in the upstairs of a home on an island in the Pacific Northwest? Different environments. Like two examples off a list of a hundred. Vive la difference.
(And when I read the words of strangers, oh how some court difference!)
A line came to mind: "haven't I been given everything, my life?"
It's from a poem called Sequel.
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