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"...he dwelt as it were, in a tent in this world, and was either threading the valleys or crossing the plains or climbing the mountain tops..."

3.22.2007

march 21, 2007

Posted by Aimee M. at 2:27 PM
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these words

are from a san francisco native now living in berlin.

then there was

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good words

  • quetzlcloths' climb
  • pfiff!
  • nonsense verse
  • paul festa's post-gay agenda
  • broke in berlin
  • violet blue - tiny nibbles
  • zis german life
  • hungry in berlin
  • a berlin diary
  • bowleserized
  • radio free mike

  • worth a thousand words
 
peasant glasses. no stems. solid sides and a tough bottom. drink up.