are out there.
06 Feb 2004 / 9:35 p.m.
the little girl was running in a circle. she asks, "are you the janitor?"
i say yes.
"to pay bills."
"because i'm not ready to climb mountains"
and i open the roof access door and show her mt. garfield - looming over the valley, over the river, the high school, and us: snow cloud shrouded, ten thousand unborn clay pots.
"scary," she says. i nod.
"...better than vacuuming!" she squeals trike wheel.
not so different.
she goes back to spinning.
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