Rained like hell last night. Woke up to a soaked, dark, hot earth; the tilled land nearly black and the green of the trees and weeds like jungle green. Went to a punk show just about dusk. Came home and made Italian dinner to celebrate the publication of this. Slept late. Had a slow morning. Now getting down to work on the book. Quiet in the farmhouse. And to work.
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