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Nov 2012
The dust settles on your bare back while you sleep. Sometimes tries to bond back to the skin, but in the morning you shake it again as you rise. It shimmers in the sunlight like smoke. Though patternless, it does not look lost.
Jon Tobias
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Jon Tobias  San Diego
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