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I'm in Minneapolis again. They said my mother was on her last legs. They've said this before and it still isn't true. It seems all year I've been asking myself, Where am I? What time is it? Is it already July? In November Seattle I kept dreaming it was New York September. Now in December Minnesota the mosquitoes think it's spring and I don't know what to think driving to my mother's with rolled-down windows. It's not supposed to get above freezing here this time of year, but who can you bitch to about the weather? |
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62 east to 35W north, Lake St. exit, take a right, then left on Park Ave. |
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