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2001-11-10 / 4:35 pm |
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...unsuspected ether, you're a gossamer halo around my boy scout as he builds his fire, and no window is large enough to show him his still-too-juvenile world....it's the continued existence of a delicate gauze he has trouble seeing through...i observe recognition floating on the surface but not yet breaking the skin...it's so wordless here...pins are dropping and it's deafening..... |