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08.02.08 / 9:16 pm
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back in the city,
i spend the afternoons outside;
reading in the park is suddenly more important than dinner.
i watch boats on the water,
take pictures of technicolor kites and toy airplanes,
my mind captured by the breeze.at night, all of the sirens reappear,
though i rarely see the trouble,
and voices in the din pulse like a beating heart. i am alive.
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