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By chris Date: 2008 Mar 01 Comment on this Work [[2008.03.01.18.56.22757]] |
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She comes to me live from the land of dreams - the waking kind, the possible kind, the I-can't-believe-this-is-really real kind - where it's always almost midnight and there's always still time and the city looks like it's on fire (but beautiful) and she is dancing at that moment, lost somewhere in those shimmering embers, yet near enough to touch, near enough to hear all I could never quite say - like the child sees the night sky and believes they can grab the Milky Way. |