A Personal History: Modified Memories and Mostly Whole Truths
A travel diary These are my thoughts. Take them as you like.
Friday, March 19, 2010
poetry
I asked a little girl what her name was today.
She said, "Barbie."
I thought, Well, that's not the worst I've heard.
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