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Sunday
November 6, 2016 |
| It was calm,
the wind held its breath, low clouds layered like blankets, dim light suffused the air. Noticing that none of us was working on a beer we dared to venture beyond the parking lot on break from jam. It was calm, sky dense, the light had a texture you could almost breathe. The world seemed wide and empty, the way it looks from the edge of a cliff.... |
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