A Walk I Try To Remember

I have days where I wonder if where I am is where I’m supposed to be. Days where it would seem I am out of place and out of sorts. Days that sometimes make me wonder about transitions, make me wonder if we as people must be patient enough to rest in the here and [...]

July 29th, 2005 · Also filed under gravitas, heartstrings, it's foggy in here, river walking

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I walk these streets with a shit-eating grin. Vancouver’s clouds of pot, unabashed opulence, marginally insane people arguing with inanimate objects. I adore everything about you. I walk these streets with nowhere to be, breathing deep.

They say do you feel weird, without the boys? and the girl exhumed from the bottle smiles serenely and winks. Here I am simply myself, up to my nose in memories more potent, more intoxicating than woodsmoke. Today I bought perfume. Perfume called ‘Stiletto Musk’ that smells much less slutty than it sounds. Today I have blood-red toenails that look much more slutty than they sound.

-Kate, www.sweetsalty.com

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A Walk I Try To Remember

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