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Saturday, June 1, 2019
Sunday, May 26, 2019
The Wash 55
The swirl of deceit in the air, and turbulent waters, a whirlpool, violently dragging a body down, in its churning vortex. Then shooting the captive high above the crush, only to tuck, then tumble again. Welcome to “"the wash”….what it means to snort salt water. The deceit was, that it looked so damn easy.
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Wednesday, May 22, 2019
Bicicles 55
Icicles formed, not a seasonal thing, it was barely Fall, and yet one morning, just past sunrise, they glistened in the dawning light, before melting away. One just leapt to its fate rather than succumb to the numbing, drip drip drip of the inevitable. Once liberated, it fell freely, before piercing the snowbank. Suicidal.
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