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Current mood:I have a crick in my neck from gazing at the stars
The sky is falling in ice cold drizzle. Alone in mazes of parking levels and gray carpets and gray walls. Shop windows like shadowboxes, have they really any depth? Pounds of frilly dresses and gansta style. Zombie mall. But I close my eyes And see warm honey browns and sandy golds against pure blue sky. The rounded edges of buildings, doorways and curbs, the plaza square. The desert stretches out in golden waves in my minds eye. And you are there to hold my hand.
1:45 AM
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