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Sat shivering in cold and damp car lot, awaiting the bell for the dreary work- -a-day crawl to begin. In meditative crouch, too frozen for, feeling or thought. Silver Bells, cockle shells, in Nirvana awaiting us, drifting in lazy gusts.
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Aug 20, 2014
Aug 20, 2014 at 12:04 PM UTC
Silver Bells
Sat shivering in cold and damp car lot, awaiting the bell for the dreary work- -a-day crawl to begin. In meditative crouch, too frozen for, feeling or thought. Silver Bells, cockle shells, in Nirvana awaiting us, drifting in lazy gusts.
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Aug 20, 2014
Aug 20, 2014 at 12:04 PM UTC
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