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| 5-22 I walked in the rain today. Turning the corner I thought of you. Somewhere, were you walking too? Or, maybe reading on your porch? But before I could complete the thought, I reached the end of an all too short block. In a moment, with no path before me, I see the brutal truth. My thoughts exist alone, neither wanted, nor shared. Seeking absolution, my attention returns to the world of things certain. Line, color and arrangement. |
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