on prince edward island, the dirt is as red as they say.
casual coincidences are taken and strung into the pattern of a day. this morning michelle and i bought matching plaid suitcases from a garage sale across from where stanley the pug dog lives. days get full up with coffee, baking cornbread muffins with kay, doing the crossword jesse, and playing scrabble with both of them. i read baudelaire's poems aloud to myself when nobody is home. i miss it here already.
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