It's raining. Mumble muble muble.This from a conversation overheard on the train. Only a voice steeped in weariness and nicotine could convey the essence of a hard rain- a thing to be endured. Somehow the Bob Dylan song never fully got the point across. It's all in the voice.
It's a hard rain.
I don't like a hard rain. Mumble mumble...
5.31.2007
Strangers can make you cry
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Hi Jen - glad to read you are doing well with the job and everything down in Pilsen. I hope you have a great summer!
-Billy
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