the_innocence_is_further_enhanced crOwl we pushed through the slush of the parking lot and saw you sitting by the window in barnes and noble, lit by a rare glimpse of the sun. you had the two braids in i always wished you would wear. when we sloshed through large puddles of melted snow, the warmth inside greeted us like a grandmother one visits over the river and through the woods. you were reading beat poetry, the free pages stained with the coffee that dripped from your lips accidently. in the table up from yours an old high school friend of ours sat. she didn't know you were our daughter. she didn't know there would suddenly be a party with no green tea. i could hear the sound of your voices all the way from the periodicals. 040130 what's it to you? who go blather from