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at the rehearsal

I attended a rehearsal tonight. (#941) Continue reading

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study in white

duck into the hole crawl down the winding luminous tunnel polished by other crawlers here is a silent world that does not exist in summer a child-devised warren in a mound in plain sight here a niche where Jackie stowed … Continue reading

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little boys

loud honking trucks in our living room zooming crashing trains routing around the coffee table tall cranes swinging large structures emerging from the carpet sounds of industry and effort sputtering from future captains of industry under our Christmas tree

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