Thursday, October 11, 2012

His name is my name, too.

I'm sitting at a table inside the Florence public library.  

It's the first time that I've had access to electricity in five days.

I met a man travelling by bicycle from Alaska to Argentina.

Twenty-five thousand kilometers.

His name is also my name.

For the next five days, rain.

-m

The Argentine



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