We live on the river, by the train, beside a cemetery, over a bridge, wrapped in bricks, with threats of floods, little spiders in the windows, granite and slate kitchen, homemade couch cushions, altered curtains, jazz music in the living room.
You can skate on the river. It's solid, we promise, even though when the train goes by I'm afraid it'll shake all that ice up.
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Sunday, January 16, 2011
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