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and then our exile

Monday, February 28, 2005 at 8:18 a.m.

if you know me you know i rarely empty my pockets. pieces of another world--

-receipt from the UofC bookstore.
-an anonymous phone number.
-tear-off slip from a CanadaPost envelope.
-UofA temp authentication ID—March26.04.
-phone number of one promised to help put together the iraqmemorial carnival for march20.
-three coffee coupons.
-green party flyer.
-strathcona country commuter transit receipt, feb22.04.
-ticketstub, the Garneau theatre.
-a bunch of antiwar handouts, "capturing the creative essence of resistence" and so on.
-Z’s notes from preparing his first ever khutbah.
-letter N sent me during i’tikaaf03.

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