Saturday, June 28, 2014


I can smell the air of Eureka Springs. By that I mean the aroma of nothing. Perhaps it is the scent of clear green and I am unable to put a name to what this green is. I suppose I should just leave it alone — not try to figure in the botanical reference. Go back to the beginning. Know that I know nothing of something. Pull up a chair and sit and try to know nothing again.

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