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By chris Date: 2006 Apr 08 Comment on this Work [[2006.04.08.18.35.12791]] |
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It's late now and I stand outside in my boxers and find I am not cold because the wind has finally stopped. The clouds have gone, leaving behind a crystalline sky tinged with blue- black sadness - a Billie Holiday song shattered beautifully into billions of star-specks drifting. I step off the concrete and the desert sand is soft, shifting beneath my weight, holding me like home - the first one, the last one, my own. |