Como luceros fríos

Sobre el olivar hay un cielo hundido y una lluvia oscura de luceros fríos.

22 March, 2008

Two weeks, still no voice. Monday I am calling an ears/nose/throat specialist to make an appointment for them to shove a scope down my throat. This is causing me some completely irrational freakiness, but fortunately for me I like talking more than I am afraid of someone messing with my mouth and throat.


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