Thursday, December 30, 2010

day three hundred fifty-eight(-ish).


 early morning frostiness on the car



colored windows at the stl amtrak station




i finished reading the graphic memoir stitches, by david small, while i was on the train.
the 300 some pages left me wanting more, but in the good way.

my seatmate was a girl about my age.
she read decision points.
to each her own.

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