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Posted on
06.22.05 by Widge @ 9:31 pm
I'm standing on a hill as I type this. I'll add the picture later. Off to the west is a pink and purple sunset, as well as dark clouds and lightning flashes, as well as rain that's not even making it to the ground–it evaporates on the descent. Why am I telling you this? Because I can. As if any other explanation is warranted. Filed under: Travel
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John Robinson is a writer of prose, poetry and comics who also writes under
the pseudonym of Widgett Walls.
This is my latest book. Short stories written especially for you, or at least someone who reminded me a lot of you at the time.
