tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5682738581019360100.post-80477124092965977472008-06-18T10:04:00.003-04:002008-06-18T10:11:51.661-04:002008-06-18T10:11:51.661-04:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GSS_fGKzVCk/SFkWlUmNyAI/AAAAAAAABEQ/RXgWHCG5EXA/s1600-h/sitterc.g.colorized.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GSS_fGKzVCk/SFkWlUmNyAI/AAAAAAAABEQ/RXgWHCG5EXA/s400/sitterc.g.colorized.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213222874098026498" /></a><br />Friday 13th just past.  Tonight's full moon.  Saturday is the longest day of the year, the first day of summer.  I am dreaming in images that I haven't made.  Can't sleep.  The waitresses have put on weight, skin gone bad.  Looking for a sanctuary.  <div><br /></div><div>Full Strawberry Moon.  There must be something in that.  </div>cafe selavyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15326753057795689263noreply@blogger.com2