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Codex Musing #2
Sometime last spring

She gave me on her return from Mexico an unusual doll . . . dark skinned, a red, black and green band around its head, the colors of the African liberation flag and Guatemalan national dress . . . a loving gesture, I thought, and placed it prominently in my yurt for all to see.

November 14

Opened a bottle of a Columbia Valley red '68, poured a glass, then another, all the while holding the doll in my hand. Then I, by some primitive African instinct, stuck a long hat pin deep into the ass of the doll and poured a libation on the floor for fallen friends, living and dead, gone but not forgotten.