020003 #human They're mopping the floor. Examine that statement. They actually that girl, the taller one, who laughed at my spin're mopping her wrists bend femininely and her ample butt swivels slightly. Her feet clump along the that one, the one my feet aren't touching, the one with all the specks and divots these girls see every day they work, the one ignored by all the marching downtown feet, the one of mauve and dun slate tile floor and now it shines, inviting me to leave. It's almost time to leave. What happened? Where does the time go? What's wrong with this dream? Oh lord, not that again. 020597 #eel He said to me, "I used a triangle bit today," and seemed so pleased I had to smile, and I asked him how it worked and he explained it to me, and i remember thinking to myself with pride and excitement, "my brother's going to be a woodcarver!"