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2010-05-02 - 3:45 p.m. OK, waterfront now, Fells Point. Hot and humid and feels like August. But, breeze, and gulls, and a little salt in the air and that's OK. That's a kind of balm. A lot going on in my head. Finishing this thing, it feels like gathering, on the floor, using just your arms, a thousand paper receipts. Feels like gathering them into a pile. You'll get some, and hopefully the big ones, but not all of them. Some of them will fall off your pyramid, no matter how lovingly you place them, no matter how many times you do your gathering. A lot of receipts, is what I'm saying, and some of them are flying around. 0 comments so far
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