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| birdmad |
bus stop shelter downtown Mazzy_Star playing in my ears (She Hangs Brightly) the steady, but not aggressive rush of the wind sending one of those subtle_chills through me a little lightning and a look up Central Ave. to see the black clouds on the northern horizon suddenly turn into blue-grey inversions of themselves as if they had just been pulled from a roll of film toward the west, where the last of the sun's warmth was ebbing, patches of green sky and grey clouds struggling in vain to form a tornado red welts on my hands and neck from the short burst of hailstones falling less than gently in a west to east diagonal here_comes_the_rain_again driving, steady now harder, now louder but oddly soothing even in the torrent of noise see me glowing like a safety flare, burning bright lit from within even in the night, even under the deluge |
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