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By chris Date: 2005 Feb 14 Comment on this Work [[2005.02.14.01.04.5795]] |
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the air on cold nights always smells like pinon up here in the foothills and when i come back after leaving you at your apartment across town i find some solace in things like that - one of many reminders of what is good and pure in a life not just found but built painstaking back up from the ground so someone dead and famous once said life was short but art was long and you and i hear the same music improvise to the same song that plays as you reign my queen of this world - the mountain towering over all the bedrock that holds the aquifer and the rain that falls |