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2011-11-12 - 7:39 p.m.
purkinje shift
a big yellow moon sinks over the road ahead, and a watery red sun rises in the rear-view mirror. color bleeds up through the blue-grey trees. a gust of wind moves through the branches, loosing a red-tailed hawk through swirls of golden leaves. fog in the hollows. one bright line down the center of the road. * * *
reading: poems by adam zagajewski.
listening to: olivia tremor control.
working on: schoolwork.
in the garden: one tiny pomegranate came ripe.
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