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#algiers
Heaven here and happiness Faces like coffee Hearts of chocolate I remember and hum Sleeping on pillows not walking through fire You remember and sing
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Apr 7, 2016
Apr 7, 2016 at 11:27 AM UTC
Algiers
Watery morning sunlight filters gently through browning oak leaves nevertheless another Algiers rush hour grips convulses disgorges one rattling car after the other.
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Sep 3, 2014
Sep 3, 2014 at 9:39 AM UTC
Watery Morning
It’s only six thirty, but night is already heavy, thick, black, dense. We hurtle along ink-dark twisted roads, lined with tall, promising, never-lit streetlights and feathery bending pines. A young man emerges suddenly, out of spreading darkness, walking - it’s always men walking at night - he wears somber clothes, and walks near the edge of the broken, rising pavement, unaware. He is illuminated in a brief flash by the angry head lights of an oncoming car, then he disappears, consumed by the night. The only trace he leaves is the faint incandescence from his palm-cradled phone.
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Sep 3, 2014
Sep 3, 2014 at 9:35 AM UTC
Algiers at Night