Monday Morning
Jan. 12th, 2004 08:36 amA girl with a laugh like a seagull slips on the light dusting of snow and hollers to her friends across the street. A plane passes overhead on its way to or from LaGuardia Airport, making its strange inandout, inandout sound in my ears. The quiet grey light of midwinter seeps into my apartment as I sit at the kitchen table and try to conjure words. The floor is warmer today.
Good morning.
Good morning.
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