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Proust

Shorthand

Here's another one from the Red Kite Prayer days. It's sorta old but still very accurately records my feelings. We rode along in silence, chains whirring.

Freewheeling

The sound comes high and sweet on the wind, a swarm of bees, an alarm clock summoning you from a mid-afternoon nap, gravity's slot machine paying out. It's a

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