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to describe or represent something fleeting or intangible, in a lasting medium
Saturday, April 16, 2005
this morning
It has been days of yellow sun. The world is fresh, sweet, brimming, teeming.
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on running away to join the circus
sandcastles
that girl
stop
clearly going to explode
when things were simple, they never were
no accident
when the waves came
wincing
morning after
open
on doubt and impatience
this morning
lights are out
out there
once you go through, you can't come back
pas de deux
fermished
occasionally looming
dinner guest
in the bones
finding la mer
smoke signals
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