In-con-sis-tent: It's summer, and my sister and I are in a tent we put up in our backyard for camping--the tent was unsteady, its back bowed like a horse ready for the glue factory--the pegs were driven in shallowly, and we took our bandana-print sleeping bags (hers blue, mine red) and were real bindlestiffs--we had towels on sticks--I stayed outside looking up at the sky most of the night, but K. went in the house about midnight--she is so inconsistent...
July 22, 2005 05:36 AM
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I love how memory unspools from a single word.
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