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A casual day can be unusually retrospective:

In a coffee-house not far from where the sun gifted me with my mother I realize that everyone looks like something out of the best noir film; The brew sitting next to my state of the art technology leaves a taste on my tongue that I long to rid; A couple sits ,happy, aloof to what God has warned them; Oh, I'm not the only one who has been darkened.
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Oct 7, 2013
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