Tuesday, March 20, 2007
David Berman
"I am waiting for the bus when I smell something burning. I turn to the man standing next to me and ask if he smells it too. In preparing to speak he lets a cloud of condensed breath out into the freezing air. For a half second my mind plays a trick on me. 'Oh no, he's burning,' I think."
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