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2006-07-14 - 12:05 p.m.

this smallest art

pencil to paper, and the hours just unravel and spin away. little drops bead on the glass of cold ice water, soaking a ruched ring into the liner notes of bitter melon farm. the afternoon sun marks time across the floorboards, and the fish are swimming back and forth in their little underwater world.

things are happening again.

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