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WHITE ECHO... There is an echo that I have not yet heard at a place where I have not yet been. This echo will be difficult to follow. It will travel from an unknown alley. It will bounce across many white buildings hitting a distant cliff, but which cliff? This echo will find its way back to the unknown. This echo, there, will be the sound of your voice calling me: EL-EL-L-L-L...(by EL Soodak)

WHAT HAPPENED THIS WEEK.. (1) Hidden path to Sweet Thing falls, hiking where earth is the bun, the frosting? moss. Rushing waters cry out, "take a bite!" .. (2) Moonlight entering the window, a solitary shadow rolls to the unoccupied side of the bed.. (3) Sweeping corners of the room, the broom found that missing bamboo fork, my camouflaged ring and some dusty memories of us.. (4) tail gate market purchase list- purple potatos, deep green broccolettes, crinkly napa leaves, pink lady apples, but not the farmstead cheese, pinching dollars, maybe next season.. (5) "I like your hat." Hats..his musty beret with a button "I LIKE IKE", her lively patchwork bucket hat handstitched wearable art, a Tilly that protects in all longitudes, altitudes and languages, African kufi cap, silk headwrap, my second hand leather floppy with feather, fossil, dragon lens, worry doll, wishbone.. A hat personifies where we have been and where we long to be.. (6) How many stairs? abo...