I picked up a copy of Babel at Myopic, this aft, for a loose $10.50. The name of the previous owner was on the first page, in delicate script, reading "Edith Frost".
In a yard down the street, someone has up a monolithic inflatable snowmen ensemb, a dad snowman flanked by two half pint snowmen, snowsons mebbe, all lit from withtin. The little snow dude on the left, has a defect, one would guess, and is now half deflated and bobbing forward, carrot nose folding up as he bobs facefirst into the larger snowman's snowcrotch-zone. The mittened hand of the larger snowman is affixed to the back of little snowdudes head. This slowly deflating snowman bloje-a-trois is in the front yard of one of those new construction condos with the 2-story living room windows: how are the owners not noticing? Perhaps they are face down drooling Corona-spittle onto their white leather couch. Perhaps they are subversive perverts who rigged the whole thing up themselves. Perhaps.
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