NOTES FROM HOME 7-27 2:23 a.m.: I awake for a moment in the middle of the night. This is what I think:
Claudette died.
A small bunch of carnations is put on a table with a note. That's all. One day it might very well be me. It's that close.
In honor of the occasion I listen to this tune:
Claudette died.
A small bunch of carnations is put on a table with a note. That's all. One day it might very well be me. It's that close.
In honor of the occasion I listen to this tune:
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