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| | | | | Frozen pizza for dinner. I open the preheated oven door to cool off. | |
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| | | | | Candles cast an amber light orange peel and crushed basil scent the room - his hermitage | |
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| | | | | Spent all morning washing the clothes, birds on the wing in the bright blue, I smiled back at the sun in his sky. But as soon as I hang the wash on the line the gulls and clouds fly in from the shore. Seems like whenever I get close to being done the rain revises.... | |
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| | | Left by a winter storm thick enough to block the light and resist the plastic scraper I smash the blunt handle down on the windshield hard enough to leave a crater like a bullet hole The ice which seemed so strong was melting from above and below fragile as tyrant's lace After the first flaw... | ||