Casa De Dust is Quiet. I feel as if the house will buckle at any moment. I think "the collective", and the constant motion and noise, hold the roof up, and nails in around here. Very quiet. I did manage a walk, a long walk through the Arkansas hills, I am sweaty and everything.
I am off to the patio now, to rehydrate, and read the Suday paper. I am even going to put my tennis shoe clad feet on the table. As Eric says, "its a rough life, but some one has to do it "rubberneckers"..."
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