fairy circle falulu. i see this person like to jump from their skin at the sight of an off the chain lulu. we stop until she passes never taking her eyes off us marauders. i say bye as she ducks into her auto. lulu sits in the fairy circle as though under an autumnal spell after i finish taking pictures all around. on the way back she snarfs some goose logs. on the side walk the humanity but lulu flows loping among and through as they part with smiles like water. i recall the time she'd stop every body. remember you were crying, r. says. i do.