--- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, turquoiseb wrote: > > Settling into my first writing cafe of the evening, I find myself in a > very Zen-like state. I mean, here -- at the center of the universe that > we all know Fairfield Life to be -- I find myself on a Friday night with > time on my hands, wonderful places to write in, and almost twenty more > posts to do it in. > > But I can't think of a damned thing to write about. I've already posted > most of the weirdass theories and slightly-askew observations I've had > this week in earlier posts. Walking over here, I paused for a few > minutes Watching The Last Rays Of Sunset Strike Notre Dame, and was so > taken by that sight and that phrase that I toyed with writing it up into > a poem. But then I decided that I'd never be able to do better than the title itself... > ..."Here" is Le Départ again, and "Now" is...uh...now. And right now, > I'm sitting at a sidewalk table enjoying a tall Leffe...
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