Words bind us, words break us. Words we create and try to erase have all come to find truth in the fact that in understanding life we make words come alive.
Monday, November 06, 2006
The old men and there gray hairs sit in beach chairs with lite ciggarets and coronas in a row and my papi is lighting one up with his old man and they sit and stare at the air they puff
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