Archive for January 31st, 2008

…and sandcasltes melt.

Shadows on the damp street stretch eastward as an angry storm surges over our village. Flowers, dry and sunburned, stare impatiently while dark clouds tease. Long hours under florescent lights give way to slippery roads and tired workers. Clouds tumble as fast as cars speed and give way to leaks only when undesired. Tiny drops […]


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