“You've gotten in through the transom
and you can't get out
till Monday morning or, worse,
till the cops come.”
Philip Levine (b. 1928), U.S. poet. To a Child Trapped in a Barber Shop (l. 1–4).
TIME: 6:36 PM
PLACE: Kitchen
SUBJECT: Transom window
It was overcast, but otherwise a fairly nice spring day.
I opened the transom window to let in the fresh air.
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