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Jun. 21st, 2007 08:20 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
rmIn a Kinkos printing things for a Patty letter.
The sky is a thousand angry storms that have been waiting to strike for hours. There is music on every street corner, part of some festival, and close to the music it is enchanting or fun, but between corners it is a loud, scary cachaphony, nearly the noise of crowds in panic. My waist coat and tie are undone, the linen shirt untucked, and the world feels like technology come wrong to a thousand books I love.
More later when I'm home. but I didn't want to lose this moment of thought.
The sky is a thousand angry storms that have been waiting to strike for hours. There is music on every street corner, part of some festival, and close to the music it is enchanting or fun, but between corners it is a loud, scary cachaphony, nearly the noise of crowds in panic. My waist coat and tie are undone, the linen shirt untucked, and the world feels like technology come wrong to a thousand books I love.
More later when I'm home. but I didn't want to lose this moment of thought.
