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i've fallen in love with palm trees. they feel more human to
me than the people i meet, the rednecks and the wrinklies and the vampire
wannabes. there's a forest of them where you can hear nothing but
their sighing and the plips of lizards flinging themselves off them.
it's nice to be outside under trees without that wet massachusetts swamp
stink. sometimes the dead leaves look like sad women, sometimes just like
themselves. everything looked beautiful on february 21 and i shook the universe's hand. thanks for doing it right, buddy.
and when i
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