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though everything I write is a poem to my mother.”
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May 6, 2008 at 7:34 am
If it’s Tuesday, it must be Belgium… « The View From Here
[...] bag. This includes my purse and laptop. If it doesn’t fit, it doesn’t come. My mother–who has been known to fly from Sydney to Seattle with nothing but a [...]