he was homeward bound, happy, satisfied with the melody of night. the same romantic questions smoked cigarettes on the uneven roadside: why is it clearer at night? and why do my toes lose confidence when graced with the security of a sock and shoe? and why does the picture above the dashboard speak in fragments, and the view from the side
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we are the fields but not the corn, and we are the sky but not the clouds
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