Wednesday, January 06, 2010

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after the suburban streets had returned to lazy quietness, touched with sunlight from a cloudless sky and a gentle breeze from the north, while the sun flickered off the tops of small waves, and tourists disembarked from cruise ships to wander through the village like sandal and baggy-hat-wearing hobby anthropologists with the kind of self-assured aloofness that only a costly cruise ticket can warrant and afford; i stayed at home, thought of you, and wrote this.


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