Wednesday, June 22, 2011

Tuesday June 21

The first day of summer. Three present at five o'clock, eleven or thirteen at the end. One woman driver passed shouting passionately and angrily. We heard only the end, which was perhaps "... live with no war". It is too bad that we did not hear, but someone pointed out that indeed we would like to live with no war.

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