Spring progresses. Your itinerant poet readies for a move to Montreal. All that's needed is a literary salon for the summer, replete with wine, beer and wine.
Thursday, May 04, 2006
About Me
- Name: the Bay
- Location: San Francisco, California, United States
poet, meanderer, artist, single, pasta lover. decidedly on the quiet side, but affable enough.
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