TALES OF AN ORANGEPEELER
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07.02.05, saturday night
last fall, we knew we were waiting. waiting for it to happen. but we had to paint houses first. we had to work here and there. we had to visit new york and toronto and finally yosemite. we had to see what we saw, we had to live the way we did, anxiously and not sure if it would happen, and now there is so much to do... looking across a river, we see but light caught, flickering, then let go... and we wait for night, a meadowful of bats, the singing crickets, the milky way reminding us of the stars under our skin.