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Wednesday, May 24, 2006
n.y.c. draped on a mezzanine couch lazing for the first time hearing mr. waits smoke-raked poetry watching steam pour from a great tin chute up the side of a building slower than the rain fell. we should begin old and get new ungathering useless details able at last to bear the slowness of time.
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