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Next trip: a completely different welcome crew, looking more like types with varying relationships to the biker way of life, including two grizzled late-50-somethings, from their appearance both individuals who lived the life, maybe were still living the life. Neatly enough dressed (her in a faded, summery kind of dress, him in jeans, workshirt w/ sleeves rolled up, denim vest, chunky boots) both in the 5'5" to 5'6" range, carrying a bit of extra midriff padding.
The first item I handed over, a large framed photograph, evoked childlike oooo's, and as the process proceeded, it became clear I was dealing with individuals who moved and acted like kids in grown-up bodies. Well-meaning, kind of sweet. A bit clumsy and self-conscious, like children in bodies they hadn't completed mastered. I handed some star-shaped ceramic candleholders to the guy, his thick fingers tried to hold onto them, awkward, him trying to focus. He made it over to the table, dropped them, one falling to the ground, bits of ceramic flying off. His expression confounded and guilty, he stooped over to gather it up, straightened, dropped on the table with the others as if releasing a hot coal.
Gave them the last items, drove away, watched them in the rearview mirror, still appearing like a bunch of unsupervised kids, the desire to be responsible warring with more anarchic impulses, all of it showing in how they acted with each other. And then they were out of view.
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This morning, northern Vermont:
España, te echo de menos
rws 11:45 AM [+]
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