1 mei

I looked around me at the mist burning off of the valley, and I did one of those awesome sun salutations the yoga people do. Some poppies planted along the terrace were tipping a little in the slight morning breeze, indeed the whole pale sky seemed to be tolling weakly like a little bell, yet I did feel sober as ever. I turned around and looked through the door to where Brigid was sitting up naked in bed. "Democratic socialism!" I shouted. "Only more democratic, and more socialistic, than ever before!"

Kunkel
Indecision
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