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Wednesday, April 29, 2009

Half an hour.
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      • She's sideways again.
      • Half an hour.
      • Poof.
      • The next time she looked it was gone.
      • She moved through another day.
      • She found the curve.
      • Motionless, probably dead.
      • ... this infinite gazing.
      • She got off the bus.
      • Neither were perfect.
      • ... loving the impermanence of it.
      • She shot strawberries today.
      • She was tethered to all that she had ever been.
      • She has the luxury of space.
      • She'll make a salad.
      • ... leave the faces to the imagination.
      • She couldn't stop thinking about the picture of th...
      • We are all bag ladies in the end.
      • She had no desire to wield it around or to snap it...
      • I'm simply a snap shot girl, she said.
      • The light was still her friend and in the morning ...
      • She looked down.
      • ... a picture that would stir her heart.
      • She barely lifted her head.
      • She wanted to share the light and then look throug...
      • She didn't know how to get in between the cracks.
      • She'd as soon eat it, as shoot it.
      • The page was blank.
      • She repeated things in her head.
      • That's something.
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