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2002-06-21 Things are okay. Graduation pressed forth but still a few summer classes compressing more waste paper and a non-profit job waiting for me in Burlington and Maine was so beautiful with beach dunes and its own Portland. Cobblestone alleyways and brick buildings and the occasional man wearing a yellow raincoat. An older cleaner Cleveland. Down one alley a lady in heavy wool gray sweater and rainhat selling purple and white lupines. Another full of rainbow twirls and tassels and wheels spinning wildly in the rain. A book nook. A sandwich shop facing the art district with a man who pointed out all the 'cookoobirds' walking around and waving to others people ignored him. I just wanted to walk with wet jeans from horizontal rain without really going to any particular place. A Bed and Breakfast at Old Orchard Beach with an ocean-view window with cold surf toes and dogs running up and down the length. A small wooden rollercoaster down a few miles. A very book city. And Burlington pretty too. And I miss it from here with its too hot weather and dusty tanned allergies. Just timelessness. A place comfortable in the 1930s somehow. |