Mission statement corner of 2nd, crying:
I love you very much turn off the camera.
Pick up February poetry poem in bed
all black dimly lit. Reading beautiful snow
beautiful Charles I can’t walk. Little v’s
of snow all along the bridge. Snowflake. How many
shapes look forward. The schoolbus is
the wrong direction drop your pelvis. I
watch it. I watch the moving picture in
front of me. In front you kept changing
the best thing. Brown birds.
