We see:
OK, white peace on a chair...kinda dried-out Sharpie on faux leather...but there it is!
We ponder:
Where's the chair? (yeah, we could ask C.r.A.Z.y but it's more fun to ponder.) Is it in a fortune teller's waiting room? A clinic? A massage school's office? Maybe it's in one of those fast oil change places, or in the corner of a little coffee shop in Greenwich Village. (Actually...are there any of those left with rent what it is nowdays? We hope so...)
We remember:
Well, sort of...we piece together when we each learned how to make the Peace Sign...who taught us...how they explained what it meant...and we're back to pondering how people today will explain all that to the people of tomorrow.
zoey et al
Jan 16, 2008
White peace on a chair
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