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Once in a whileas though pulled in by some desire,or force,some decide to take a ride backto Writers Cafe.It's not always a long visit, yet,they still..
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Like an ensembleoscillating through nature'soctaves ~or a harmonious matrimonybetween instrumentand earth ~a duration of wordlesscompositions dedicate..
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Technicians report:*Random access memory compromised;appears in flashes.*Latency (the time data takes to pass fromone point to another) has been damag..
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At one time, where we lived,morning commuters stood onlong wooden platforms,patiently waiting and watching fora dark blue train with wicker seats.The ..
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Somewhere down below,concealed from sightamong an illuminated cityof bright lights and homeless tents;somewhere beneath my roof-top perch,I heard it g..
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What's it feel like?Imagine it's late andyou're trying to sleep,but it feels like ants arecrawling up and downthe veinsof your legs.Crawling, crawling..
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Out my half-open window,I could smell the rain that pouredlike a bucket onto the street.And like a woman's fine hair,it weaved back and forthon the ro..
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~~~The wind will not stop sighing.Its words areinsistent andforeignhour after hour...It runs through the fieldsand sprints through trees,caressing the..
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Devoted patronshave chosen to stay homeand melt like ice cubes in glasses. Most days here,the sun, in its lazy mood,mopes across the floor to occup..
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The dirt street was long,with trees on either side;the clouds grey.I met a dog along the way,both of us wanderersacknowledging the other;him looking f..
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