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At Dunn Bros, 11/6/17 afternoon, grey, cloudy, light snow 30 degrees
Hit my head on table
Picking up a penny
Donation for “best of the best” prize at work
Bitter brew in mouth
Poppy Seed bread in mouth
Tall man grey hair, voice of 18 year old
Woman laughs, kind eyes
“you ok”
I answer, “you mean before or after I hit my head?”
We both laugh
Grey haired man sits in soft chair, reads IPad
Check internet
Shuffling papers from kind faced woman, stacking and sorting.
A little “aint no time..” singing in the background, easy dance
Whoosh of steamed milk
Real bargain
Sandwich
In front, Concrete and Asphalt Paving truck, for what seems like permanent construction
Serves like it
That’s fine
Once I saw what it was
The sugar
“Way it moves”
Large with a half shot
Thinking about dancing Salsa 123(4)567(8), got my dancing shoes in a bag, my skirt, Nolan stretched out my hips so I could move them on the dance floor, can’t wait.
Whooosh eeeeee
Cars moving waiting turning into single lanes, concrete / asphalt only blinking lights
Thinking about Texas
Do we live in a culture where violence is permitted?
“I have a vanilla steamed something at the bar.”
My foot itches and swells.
Call my friend the one who got me into this class, she’s on her way to knitting, annual trip with friends, knitting socks for everyone, new life for her, she loves it, and her husband loves her, misses her, waits for her, it’s all good. She won’t be on the call tonight.
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