327 Market

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I was walking down the street with H today, and I felt all twitchy and splotchy and my hands were restless. I was missing something. It took me a while to figure what it was. I was cameraless. I didn't bring my cameras over the hill with me. I forgotten them.

The campesino walking down the street with flats of strawberries on his shoulders.
The tree lined streets.
The light on the side of the buildings.
The construction workers sprawled in the back of the truck.

soon to be forgotten, too.