buildings_rise_from_the_muck crOwl i stand here up to my ankles, unmoving. "come here," you say. i hear your voice as if it is a song i memorized when i was a child singing in front of strangers and their grandparents. we ate breakfast and i asked you so many questions you choked trying to answer them and that is when i told you about my daughter's boyfriend who is studying to become a physician's assistant. i will believe it when i see it. 061220 what's it to you? who go blather from