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Nov 2017
She spoke like the rush of quiet air you hear while passing under a bridge in heavy rain.

The wiper blades scratched on the semi-dry glass like a broken record.
Sundowner
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Sundowner  Kalamazoo
(Kalamazoo)   
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     Lior Gavra and Marie
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