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June 21, 2009
Valleys were steep and green, road winding, finally I found a song I liked on the USB of this borrowed/stolen car, the mad female choir was suitable for this mad day of repressed emotion and negotiated freedom. Attention wondering, I drove fully respecting speed limits, lazily feeding the knot of anxiety. In the afternoon some of us danced on the terrace with a strange view of the highway and green hills, the mess inside my head was taking over even as I admired the strange house and talked, smiling, with the couple whose 50th wedding anniversary we were celebrating.