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Daniel's Journal | by Daniel Charles Thomas |
22 September 2001. |
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22.9.1 just before sunset something has happened at 2nd & Negrete. I walk by on 3rd; people are looking down the street toward 2nd. As I continue to walk toward the river, sirens come from all over downtown: cops on motorbikes and in cars, ambulance.
Later I sit in the mall. Sun has just set. Waxing crescent hangs in blue evening sky. It must be autumn by now.
Music filters out from open shop doors. Burger King smells float around my nose. I ate Wendys
around one p.m. in downtown San Diego. The shadows pointed due north. Now, only minutes ago, they no doubt pointed due east.
Arrived home around three. Home. It's good to be home in this foreign land only thirty miles from where I grew up. last night and today I devoured my second Dick Francis novel. He's a crackerbox storyteller -- and this one -- The Edge -- (I think I remember the title correctly) is about a train -- so if you know me at all I was in a little heaven -- yes, I love trains.
Only another few minutes and I meet Tere.
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