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2002-06-27 || 4:54 p.m. || my mother and the little company of mary || leis sent stateside in soggy boxes; condensation weakens cardboard and the credibility of cursive. warm walls. chenille bedspread. the scent of hair spray and cigarette smoke, the opalescence of blue eye shadow, the crisp staid lines of a starched nurse's uniform. guestbook || notes || archives || profile || photos || d-land |