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here it comes the cool dark palm of night as the day kisses my blue city goodbye and all her buildings flush gold for a moment until her rising lover cups her head in indigo embrace, tangles fingers in her steel and glass hair

Voice Post : end of a tuesday

There's a long silence in this, during which I elected to conference in the call from Eleanor, which I expected would be a treat. I'm going to do that more often.

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