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I slow and rosy fingertips apologized to a final strip of pavement as they brushed the remaining crumbs of sunlight into a different sky & I sat on the porch for 17 minutes, recording the halos of thinly suspended rain, bright and ringed, dissolving behind each car until you came outside to drive me back home II "I'm a nomad"8 he exhaled, smoke rising from the hand not occupied by the steering wheel. she looked at him, and then away. she did not watch his eyes. "I'll come to you." ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ &"...The rotational period and seasonal cycle [of the planet NowWhat] are likewise similar to those of earth, as is the tilt that produces the seasons..." 8"Peripatetic nomads, who offer the skills of a craft or trade to those with whom they travel, are most common in industrialized nations."
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Jun 24, 2013
Jun 24, 2013 at 10:39 AM UTC
#12/A Departure
I slow and rosy fingertips apologized to a final strip of pavement as they brushed the remaining crumbs of sunlight into a different sky & I sat on the porch for 17 minutes, recording the halos of thinly suspended rain, bright and ringed, dissolving behind each car until you came outside to drive me back home II "I'm a nomad"8 he exhaled, smoke rising from the hand not occupied by the steering wheel. she looked at him, and then away. she did not watch his eyes. "I'll come to you." ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ &"...The rotational period and seasonal cycle [of the planet NowWhat] are likewise similar to those of earth, as is the tilt that produces the seasons..." 8"Peripatetic nomads, who offer the skills of a craft or trade to those with whom they travel, are most common in industrialized nations."
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Jun 24, 2013
Jun 24, 2013 at 10:39 AM UTC
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