Saturday, November 8, 2008
Full
Under bright yellow leaves we almost swallow our breakfast burritos whole. One dry picnic table despite recent dousings, we have this oasis to ourselves. We could call this morning kind of perfect; from the market we have bags full of greens, potatoes, cilantro, jalapenos; bellies full of eggs and chorizo. A slow happy moment of not needing another thing.
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