bear with me, a man was going house to house. a big handed hunch of a man. he was wanting to know if anyone in the immediate area had seen the bird he was talking about. his enthusiasm was off-putting and in the back of my mind downright scary. the look on a face when a door is opened is often the look of one to whom the lord has reappeared. I don’t think the man knew he was ruining the rareness of the day’s clarity. the bird itself was not his fault and the bird sighting could’ve happened to another. on a normal day a suspended woman sings above us. there is a before and an after and a bit of mystery to the meal obsessed.
Nov 29, 2013
Nov 29, 2013 at 7:26 PM UTC
bear with me, a man was going house to house. a big handed hunch of a man. he was wanting to know if anyone in the immediate area had seen the bird he was talking about. his enthusiasm was off-putting and in the back of my mind downright scary. the look on a face when a door is opened is often the look of one to whom the lord has reappeared. I don’t think the man knew he was ruining the rareness of the day’s clarity. the bird itself was not his fault and the bird sighting could’ve happened to another. on a normal day a suspended woman sings above us. there is a before and an after and a bit of mystery to the meal obsessed.
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