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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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