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Sometimes when it's really hot and sunny outside I get so tired my eyes become little slits and all I can see are bright glints of Jackie's uncle's harmonica and higher blue that was probably the sky. We stay on her porch where she paces and attemps to play a few scattered notes and I count the boards because the forth one is unstable and the tenth ( Read more... ) -
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One of my favorite places is the library. I think I could spend all my time there and never ever leave. Once I saw the library security guard escorting an old man out for sleeping. They don't like people to live there. I don't know why. He was being quiet. He wasn't snoring or anything. And I see why he would want to live there. There are many ( Read more... ) -
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Tim and I were bike riding at night when we came upon a car dealership with too many blinding lights and waving red flags and balloons. And despite the lights and the flags and the balloons, it seemed like the most vacant and deserted place on earth. He squinted and said, "There's no comfort in being bright and empty."
