My mother is in Hawaii and my kids are packing for Mexico. Here the winter sky is gray almost every day. It's gray and bleak and we live like people buried beneath plastic, like someone has stretched a plastic tarp over our heads and all we can do is wait for it to stop. My kids don’t mind the weather, but they are packing for Mexico. They are buying shorts and swim suits.
Organic Sins: Clemens Meyer’s While We Were Dreaming
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Have we made contact with the Leipzig of the late '80s and early '90s? Have
we made contact with THAT German?
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