Sonia

This is a bloom upon the Mountain — stated —Sonia writing it in her diary. I believe clearly in the secret of post modern times. Let me have the time to record these social and cultural stratum that reproduce daily distributions of good thinking and I am happy. For example yesterday I wrote; a flag flies and matures like flowered sentiments of the days observed and passed as experience. Today I write. Holiday egoism is without the witnessing company of friends telling each other everything — shows itself away —and forever lost—expanding– until there is rest. Tomorrow I plan to prose a quarreling turkey dance story to fit his provenance while they prepare him for the festive meal.