September 9, 2008

Street-Side Mercantile

On the street today there sat the abandoned remains of Hemingway. He lay, self-contained in the modern revival of his ink to parchment. I thought it funny to come across his words when there was not a cloud in the sky. I only hope I can sneak Hemingway to his new library before he notices because I have yet to purchase an umbrella in this fair city.   

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