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I'm a fickle ghost
every hour I've changed my mind
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Created on 2009-12-13 04:51:20 (#463571), last updated 2022-08-22 (217 weeks ago)
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...but, whatever else, to the present I have never lied.
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"The snow fell, softly at first, then in hard pellets that stung the skin like needles. The sun set in the afternoon, the sky changed from washed blood to skim milk. Smoke poured from chimneys, from the furnaces stoked with coal. The bread-wagon horses left piles of steaming brown buns on the street which then froze solid. Children threw them at one another. The clocks struck midnight, over and over, every midnight a deep blue-black riddled with icy stars, the moon white bone. I looked out the bedroom window, down to the sidewalk, through the branches of the chestnut tree. Then I turned out the light." - M.A. | ||||||||||
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