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Moments With A Kyoto GeishaWhile rain tapped on the window,meditating the previous yearof ..
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A dented and paint-wornred metal bucket,half full of water,its spaghetti-thin handlesqueaky when lifteddug painfully into the fingersof the aged man's..
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As a cemetery workerItrudged through thegrounds in six inchesof fresh snowsurrounded by tombstonesand monuments.She walked a hundred feetahead of me. ..
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Iwill always rememberSophia from Spain,my Spanish Seductorain a backless, red dress, fit tight.In an erotic fandango,on that romantic rainy night,over..
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Cumulus PeopleTheir heads in the clouds.I watch them,witness themon streets,benches,trains.They seem to float,their eyes compelledto stare intocell ph..
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Once in a while,as though pulled in by some desireor force,some decide to take a ride backto Writers Cafe.It's not always a long visit, yetthey still ..
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The ending has been slightly changed recently.
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An old rusted carfound sleeping in the dense woodsI dreampt of its past.
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Reflections of a rainy city dayWith smogHovering amongCrevicesOf a sleepy cityThe sun roseFrom slumberHeedful of rainOn the way.Soon,As increasing sho..
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