Economic discussions, rosemary orange biscuits, and long long bike rides along the highway to get to where more people are. I walked right in and started flipping pancakes while we slowly got to know each other. We ate apples and oat groats and some kids left for a wedding and then we sorted books and wrote letters in the garage, mailed off packages to prisons, biked off for burritos and popsicles and a meeting in an old bookstore that will be a bookstore again.
Before that, we played backgammon and walked around the botanical garden and the storyteller's bench and peppers far too hot to eat that burned and sizzled on my tongue so i was licking the roof of my mouth for far too long afterwards. Before that, we danced late at night to zydeco, in a tent under dark skies, drinking from a big growler of local beer.
Before that, I left Chicago and sank into the warm embrace of the place I'll always call home.
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