mary d. saw the sandhill cranes flying. we saw a pair of turkey vultures, tilting, circling on the updrafts, close by our window. i'm wearing my crow t-shirt and my ammonite amulet. i finished the privatization of everything, the monster enters, and in the margins. now in the pause before the library back to vesper flights. everything's connected. we're still here. i hope they never privatize the library, though i don't want to jinx it, or close down for the delta-chron. i light a candle in my heart for the victims of empire.