TALES OF AN ORANGEPEELER
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01.30.10
Gilt tapestry drapes are drawn over the window with the view onto the carpark. My MacBook is perched atop an ironing board, along with a small red lightbulb-bereft lamp and stacks of notecards and books. For now, this arraignment will do. I ate some coriander-and-rocket sandwiches on sourdough, with pesto and butter. I ate them for the bitterness, to cut down the nebulous fog left by jetlag and a thousand desires. Back to work...
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