In Vine St sbux again, second day, same seat and same order with the 3shot and egg&sausage.. today’s about no edits, no revision, just compositional candor.  After meeting at winery I can only feel inwardly atwitter and a seer like not before; irreversibly addicted to and harness about the verses— rime, poem in all these characters here.  Small boy, left, avec mother, she takes him to counter or register to get a snack I think I heard over the Thievery track in my sensory nets.  As well for day, shorter works, meditations that perhaps don’t count toward 100 stream.