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I couldn't have asked for a better
layover--dinner, shower, and a couple of hours spent with friends. Jen reads
Haas aloud, a desperate poem about fidelity. Nate, Andy, and I smoke on the
balcony. The red wine is tasty. Planes on approach to National 12 miles away
look like flames hovering just to the left of the Washington Monument, by
decree the tallest structure in DC. I overheard someone say the White House
is in a bad neighborhood. Its very foundation and most of this neo-Greco/Roman
city was built by slaves. |
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