June 2012
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“Is 4 the same 4 for everybody?
Are all sevens equal?
When the convict...”
– Neruda, The Book of Questions, XXIV
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Pittsburgh, I think I love you.
The most delicate spring storm is brewing outside my door. The kind that ruffles my skirt above my waist and blows the trees to and fro, the kind that smells of fresh cut grass and dampness. If you are in or around Pittsburgh, step outside your door right now & take it all in.
