From Lobster Dinner by Dad |
...and then I moved to the Bronx, leaving lobsters and raccoons alike behind me for awhile!
Come, come, whoever you are, Wanderer, worshipper, lover of leaving, Ours is no caravan of despair. Come, yet again, come. --Jalaluddin Rumi
From Lobster Dinner by Dad |
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