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Jul 2017
Pear juice, cold chicken.
Cicadas fade in and out, the train blasts by high and long.
Deep green leaves bright red evening sun silhouettes against a blue blue sky.
Dayshadows.
Brown; wood chips on the ground & a warm wooden bench.
Plastic metal frozen in fantastic structures, colors, ordered and smooth and modern.
Buzzing hum of insects vibrating, atomic flying machines.
Melting trees, sunwoods.
Written by
Rowan Darcy
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