Friday the 20th … 5:33 morning … one more week. I will make it a good one, a great one. It’s nice to have someone ask you if you’ve had breakfast, how you slept, asking for names, asking lots of questions I’d never think to ask. Been a minute as they say - those people known as they . silence. nice. The light at this way early time is so scumptuous - everything definite … nothing mushy or shy … soft. Like the lively air. I am reading Women in Love and I missed the movie on TCM round midnight a night or two ago. The writing knocks me out. In the back yards of several dwellings a miner could be seen washing himself in the open on this hot evening, naked down to the loins. His great trousers of moleskin slipping almost away. Miners already cleaned were sitting on their heels, with their back near the walls, talking and silent in pure physical well-being, tired and taking rest. Their voices sounded out with strong intonation and the broad dialect was curious...
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