| Excerpts from the Crow & Benjamin Letters
2.2 dear benjamin, the number men down and out, they fold and part w/ pies from the table frantic steps— beat unmatched does this lack of chairs temper the music? as trees and such shed earlier excess we plan to eat cheese for dinner. we pack an earthquake bag. they say the future is warm, then very cold. i shall not part with my old coat. truly, crow ← ↑ → |
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