I cannot find the center of LA I attend the outskirtswith my husband we find -- local places that are chains but atleast local to California we deny the normal places we cannot findthe tourist spots to go -- then again I have never lookedfor them, or even at a list. one day in the… Continue reading poem: the woman with no face
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i could be bound in a nutshell and count it as infinite space if not for these bad dreams
the last pavilion 