Tuesday, January 29, 2008
29/366: Rosa
She comprises a lovely potpourri of black, white, and American Indian. In high school, we’d sit in a stairwell to practice the Kyrie from Fauré’s Requiem; she, tenor; I, alto. The guidance counselor advised her, upon graduation, to seek work as a “domestic.” She earned her Ph.D. a few years ago.
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Wonderful.
This is the link to my "Rosa" - http://asummerafternoon.blogspot.com/2007/10/gavin-333365.html
I believe Tim was once told "sheet metal."
Oh. I like that ending.
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