Wednesday, November 28, 2007

Memo #7: Post Script

Post Script: have just realized that the Three are actually the Five: the lesser were booted to adjoining tables. Good heavens, it’s a migration!


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...How dreary—to be—Somebody!
How public—like a Frog—
To tell one's name—the livelong June—
To an admiring Bog!
-- Emily Dickinson