Sweet Stale Cookies


I am at the Portland library wearing the red dress I stole from the Goodwill on the Haight. Jason is sick and we have no money if only the magical check would appear and all would be well. Tonight the stormtroopers in black and yellow will swarm the nest our beautiful mud nest. Oh how I crave silence and a garden to plant purple flowers, drink stale coffee and eat stale cookies.

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