Anodyne
Thursday, November 16, 2006
 
Bookstore cliche city: my charcoal grey zip-up turtleneck sweater mirroring the morning sky and the black trees along the North Shore slopes; Chet Baker on the deck; little whorls and eddies of steam from the surface of my cup of jasmine tea.

Evidence of Christmas approaching: the once-or-twice-a-year-every-November-and-December-like-clockwork call: "Any signed Tolkeins?"

A line-up of vendors six deep at the counter.


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