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In the freshly seared hours of the morning there's a hot, bothered growling coming from beyond the rose-studded chipping fence posts, sick with the stench of stained mattresses and mounds of cage-less garbage- tossed willy-nilly into a smoldering, contorted **** of stacks. Here, in this spot of dawn -in today's un-showered moist enclave- I find, syncopated by the vrooooming scooters and gassy buses, a fresh hope diffusing faster than the steam from drains, -subtler than the soft soju snores of last night's  curb cuddlers- slinking up, down, around convenient stores' corners past every security camera, bouncing off rib cages, tickling the barbules of  the songbird perched in my utility wires in a nest neater than my bed. This is summer, Korea. This is Korea in the summer.
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Aug 9, 2012
Aug 9, 2012 at 10:59 PM UTC
This is Summer, Korea: Stream of consciousness marries one stroke
In the freshly seared hours of the morning there's a hot, bothered growling coming from beyond the rose-studded chipping fence posts, sick with the stench of stained mattresses and mounds of cage-less garbage- tossed willy-nilly into a smoldering, contorted **** of stacks. Here, in this spot of dawn -in today's un-showered moist enclave- I find, syncopated by the vrooooming scooters and gassy buses, a fresh hope diffusing faster than the steam from drains, -subtler than the soft soju snores of last night's  curb cuddlers- slinking up, down, around convenient stores' corners past every security camera, bouncing off rib cages, tickling the barbules of  the songbird perched in my utility wires in a nest neater than my bed. This is summer, Korea. This is Korea in the summer.
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Aug 9, 2012
Aug 9, 2012 at 10:59 PM UTC
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