May not be any audioposts for a few days. Came down with something over the weekend and my throat feels like my elbows and knees did after I wiped out on my bicycle on a patch of gravel when I was 11. And as for talking, when I ain't sounding like a Yamaha dirt bike with engine problems I'm sounding like my voice is changing again. Maybe it is. You can call me Squeaky.
Poem XV, a rough translation of a Pablo Neruda poem
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Poem XV, a rough translation of a Pablo Neruda poem I like you when you’re
silent because it’s like you’ve gone—you’re hearing me from far away and my
voic...
6 days ago
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