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Wednesday, February 10, 2010

Street vendors.
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      • Loosing its identity.
      • The letters curl beneath her pen.
      • A strong wind.
      • Life is short.
      • This thing called love.
      • Black velvet.
      • The bottoms of her feet.
      • Do they talk to each other?
      • The fifth element.
      • A shallow stream.
      • Narrow it down.
      • She ate it too.
      • We all knew it wasn't true.
      • There's more.
      • What happens if she breathes?
      • The seams coming apart.
      • Her breath was sour.
      • The big picture.
      • Street vendors.
      • After the dishes are done.
      • She hit a wall.
      • A different perspective.
      • The acacia is about to bloom.
      • Thoughts that have been prerecorded.
      • Weighted down.
      • She has her other brain.
      • On its way to China.
      • Hoping to find art.
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