It's all around you, like smog.
This train isn't bound for glory.


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Saturday, January 28, 2012

 She falls like snow - not so much to say gracefully as slowly, and straight down. And should she dance from side to side, (as atoms swerve) in elegant diagonal or lithesome arc - though she sells it as her gesture, it's the cutting wind that moves her.  . . . ()


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