eunice wrote from somewhere where all the dogs run free about her travels so far, to machu picchu, where she said copp and i were too, leaving a beautiful imprint, and then she crossed three deserts, chile, argentina...
meanwhile i thank her for taking us with in spirit while we are here swimming every day in our crumbling little verge of urban paradise in words and pictures, and water that connects all the places, wasteland, city, desert and oasis, of the world.