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the calm drawl of green mile is on again. i do this at night. a movie plays while i eat some cookies from the bakery down the street. before i eat them, i soak them in half and half. it’s a childish ritual that i never did when i was a child. tonight it’s raining. just simple rain. earlier, on the coast, the one by which i work, the wind played tough with the rain and knocked it against palms and people, straining both. i imagined it as snow. all snow. and manhattan, the west side, during a good season, with the well stocked tree lot on the corner. i imagined it as winter. clothed in the most chic of black frocks, the cold world held at bay by thin windows and our friendly driver with the umbrella and an out stretched hand. i’ve been there, in the limelight of the H. Stern, bathed in the smell of roasted almonds.

12-10-06