What Work Is

Today, there were eleven hours and twenty-one minutes of daylight, and my time belonged to someone else for almost all of it.

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Posted on 2 March 2001, in A San Francisco of the Mind, Write ... che ti passa. Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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