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siesta
Jun 12, 2007 23:36:59 GMT -5
Post by Dunstan Attard on Jun 12, 2007 23:36:59 GMT -5
the curtain rides the wind like a magic carpet that reaches moments of innocence as it floats into an orbit of serenity full of invisible voices each angelically white
and now midday grimaces as the breeze eases into something sonorous
and the curtain droops smiling into dazzling stillness
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