Here’s a picture of their house as it was then.
She said cryptically, “It used to be wild here. And green.”
In an hour or so a boy dropped us off at the foot of a muddy embankment.
“I can so fit in this basket.”
“My baby buys me things, you know, she buys me diamond rings…”
CHECK FUEL CAP
“A Japanese term (pronounced mo-nah noh ah-WAH-ray) meaning an awareness of the impermanence of all things and a wistful, gentle sadness at their passing.”
I want to run, but my feet are rooted in their spot.
Think for another second about what it was like to catch a taxi five years ago.
People are her third favorite species, she says. First cats. Then dogs. Or, no, wait–fourth favorite species. The Central Park horses are number three.