one-handed, we crawl down so softly on our bellies into the grass (no fear of chiggers) the music is in alignment with the sky and every sound is beating on and beating on and going by is just a word we use for minutes than don’t mean anything it’s these that mean forever that we can sit with here, sleepless, late at night and stare at where the sun will be (predicting the future) and sigh…

2004-10-22 | 11:35 a.m.
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