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evening
Sept 14, 2007 13:59:30 GMT -5
Post by Dunstan Attard on Sept 14, 2007 13:59:30 GMT -5
one day the traffic continued in frankincense streets turning eyes tenderly into disguise outstretching along a celebrating avenue of olive trees.
i sat on the pavement, because by now the evening was hurtling herself under bashful wheels.
and I pondered the the paradise of this original form standing unashamedly naked, arrogant as sun, modest as a bountiful harvest
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