I lose cleanness as I travel down the coast. In my sense of days, their structure — real and imagined. In how much I’m carrying, a growing collection of sentimental odds and ends gathered in the pockets of my bags or tucked into my notebooks and books. More books. So many that I need to ship some home from San Francisco before I continue south. Cleannes…
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