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Aug 2011
These days are stale. These months are unreliable.
The lights in the nearby auditorium flicker with a slight sense of urgency.
The audience multiplies, stricken with a virus.
Insecurities and unwanted opinions line the velvet curtains.
To our dismay, there is no film to be shown here.
There is only irrational fear bottled up; stored away for the next viewing.
Stephen Razo
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