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By chris Date: 2008 Feb 16 Comment on this Work [[2008.02.16.18.17.5308]] |
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John Rooney: [T]here is only one guarantee: none of us will see heaven. -Road to Perdition I wake up to light - the sudden, almost-spring kind - my face crushed between your breasts and I think how anything less would not be enough. The wind has come up - has it ever stopped? - the alarm clock is turned to the wall. No tangible past, no future at all, I listen as the wind makes the neighbor's flagpole clank-clank-clank like sailboats at a marina in one of my memories of water. |