scrawls
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25.9.10
a rainy day, stopping often enough but never a lot of time for the street to dry. words on a shirt, words over a sandwich, words between coffee, an easy river. I watch the people go by on the street, raising and lowering umbrellas, hoods, newspaper. The beggars stand up and make their way homewards.

i dream: a boat, blue water, blue sky. i take myself away and breathe sunshine. all of this is just beginning. (all of this is just)

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