We've been in so many hospital rooms this month that things are getting strange. The patients are recovering but us, the caring duo, are stumbling around, sleep deprived and wobbly.
When I saw this it seemed perfectly o.k. to me, dreams and wake having blurred into a state familiar to those who lived through the sixties. New York in spring is blooming. Far out, man.
Posting Notice: The Long Days of Summer
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