The city has dressed itself up in gray light and storm clouds this evening. As my umbrella counts off the raindrops in quiet ticks, the cracked and uneven sidewalks turn from slate to charcoal gray as they soak up the rain. The city draws into itself in weather like this, people move by each other with upturned collars and chins tucked into there
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Last night I went to bed thinking that I would dream of you. Instead I dreamt about zombies. I guess thats OK, I'd rather fight zombies than have you break my heart every time I wake up.
I walk through the edges of the city on a sunny March afternoon and everything is beautiful. The sky is clear and blue, the sun is soft and warm. Waist high grass, golden and still, fills a deserted parking lot. Crumbling overpasses and cast-iron bridges oxidizing into a brilliant red orange kaleidoscope of colors. Through the warehouses and
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The feel of his spirit was too old for most people to understand & when he walked by they would look up & say O, the sun went behind a cloud, or, the moon must be full & so he walked for a long time by himself with no one to talk to.