It was less like seeing than like being for the first time seen...

20 September 2007

Mid-sized meteorites are not hot.

The mailman pounded on the window and woke me from a dream about my baby nephew grinning at a camcorder through a window while pulling himself up on the window bars. The entire dream looked like a home movie and it included shots of my niece with two other little girls and a bunch of footage of my friend playing frisbee at various stages in his life.

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