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I see them in their hard-hats, safety vests, heavy boots (caked with the grime of work), and I am dressed as they are.My heavy work-shirt, my steel-to..
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Glittering flecks of sunlight(caught like dazzling rainbows in action)arc through the semi-urban skynear sunset.Man-made rain launched over-head,ready..
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I dug around in the soil for awhile,pulling the weeds(I don't know why, they grow so well)and packing dirt into my knees.Then I put down the new dirt(..
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May 1st, 2013
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Grocery store, stranger, awkward posture.
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I was three feet from my front door,my key pinched between my thumband index finger.I heard my name, carried accross the street,"Chris!"I sighed, feel..
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A vast silence permeateswhere I was promised dialogue. I look, I wait...... just silence.Others seem to playin the language of prose;there is banter, ..
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Find the reticle.
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A figure on the horizon, its back turned... you bekon to it, and it beckons to some distant, unseen person too.
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By reading this you may affect an effect... or something.
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