Night time arrives and I wake up my baby with a start. Baby, I say. And she does this little move and wiggles a bit closer and her movement is soft. Less than a moment passes and I awake from a dream. I've had this dream several times and always before the chemicals pour in from below the floor boards at hours way too fucking early. Then I cry but I cry a lot. It's too late again and I'm behind on posts again but such it is.
For the next several days Rose and Z will be sailing the asphalt between NY and Miami, FL. The blog will shift gears here and have a look see at the largest art fair in North America. Stay Tuned...
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