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October 9, 2003
Little, gray, oblong, leaf like things the consistency of tissue paper littered the office entrance this morning. Never seen them before, weren’t there yesterday. Termite wings - some bugs grow wings, real pests shed them.
Listening to Gillian Welch CD that Liz sent, Jazz said ‘wow this really is the blues.’ Paper wings catches my ear. I think of the boys I’m dodging here while they just want to hear the blues and digest melodies & ideas from foreign lands. In small drops I give current to their curiosity. How can they expect to fly far with only paper wings?