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08.11.04, wednesday night
The price on a yellowing sticky tag from Ace Hardware, attached to the springs of a door-stopper in a bedroom where a child had once slept. There are things waiting for us to find them, on hot El Sobrante summer afternoons. Today we paint, argue, make up, climb all over trains in dandelion-wild yards.