The place I am staying is magical. Deer walked alongside with us in the cemetary, casually and taking little notice of us. I wish for large white birds and they appear, fixing on me in a crowd. Crows follow me and I find their feathers in the strangest places, weaving them into my hair as little amulets.
Sometimes I wake up and think everything is...
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yea i met met Dr. Martin Luther the King, 1962 Memphis, Tennessee...i was walkin round the street mindin my own business, juss walkin, feelin good, i walk round the corner, man walk up--hit me in my chest!!!
i look up, right..i say "Dr. King!!"
he say, "oops i thought you were somebody else."