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| steve & bill cobbled together a foundry. we poured aluminum in the rain. miraculously, nothing exploded. afterwards, heike & justin came over to ask me questions about mystic experiences and the brain. it's all the same, i maintained. you don't need a machine--all you have to do is breathe. |
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after that, i cuddled w/ a cup of chai at a sidewalk cafe. julia, a wanderer who calls dumpsters "the bum marche," asked me what the star was for. an answer came without thought: "it's for the light in each of us that shines through." she smiled at that and walked off. |
