23. Tent
In the living room. Being repaired and reassembled with the
elastic cord we bought at a dizzying craft store on the way from the
mind-numbing sameness of all the sports shoes in all the world at the
other stores we went to. Her tent is in my house, and her lingering
cough and slow breathing will be in our guest room, her self in the
back seat in the car tomorrow morning when we drop her off. She goes
back to the woods. Takes tent, shoes, boots, and all. We'll have
other Saturdays. I want to make a quilt.
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