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the third of december
…used to find me here in my cosy booth at the Bizarre
Bazaar in Richmond. Today it found me visiting other
booths, mine just memory. A warm memory.
Not being much of a shopper, I prefer the pillowed
chair I used to have in the corner of my booth, to
making our way through the crowds today.
But the dear friend by my side and those I met
here and there along the way made it a very
good (tho’ different) sort-of December third.
