Ruminations on the reading life of a communist. Looking at words through class-struggle lenses.
Tuesday, November 16, 2010
Autumn in the city
A tall building. A road. A car. A tree or three, showing their colors. This is Queens.
I am deep. And need some sleep, in case it isn't obvious. As bloggish as it gets today.
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