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25 May 2005: More traveling, much more. It took me fifteen hours to get from Florence to my sister's in Norwich, Connecticut. Lots of rain on the way, although rarely more than a drizzle. But I hit the rush hour in New York, then an accident around Greenwich, Connecticut, then had my usual local time-losing confusions in Norwich. Except that I always manage to get where I'm going, I'm a terrible traveler. I had to call my brother-in-law to come to where I was in his little red truck and guide me to their house. Another off-day for poetry.
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