in the solitude of
in the solitude of
dreaming, a pattern
emerges – the
distance has its
nose pressed
against the
glass, neither
nearer nor farther –
and it only takes
a turn
of the head
to change
the scenery
.
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in the solitude of
dreaming, a pattern
emerges – the
distance has its
nose pressed
against the
glass, neither
nearer nor farther –
and it only takes
a turn
of the head
to change
the scenery
.
20120716:0835
y