
in a note dated 7/28/10 there is mention of meeting a young rastafarian working at a starbucks on 43rd street. upon getting my name he said oh! that he was doing a lot of reading lately on africa and had come upon some interesting facts about the sahara desert, namely that it wasn't always a desert; it was a garden first. this was a beautiful line because it had nothing to do with my hair, or shoes, or earrings, or manner, and it wasn't coy or light. it was a beautiful line because it had nothing to do with him, and everything to do with me.
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