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![]() that might be blowing across the lake of consciousness. |
![]() and feel the sun, warm and intermittent, on my face. |
![]() and on the way back to the page, curled in its roller, I would light one up and feel its dry rush mix with the dark taste of coffee. |
![]() from their families and the warehouse of Roget wandering the world where they sometimes fall in love with a completely different word. |
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![]() and the other one will follow. Then we will slip below the surface of the night into miles of water, drifting down and down to the dark, soundless bottom until the weight of dreams pulls us lower still. |
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![]() where words congregate with their relatives, a big park where hundreds of family reunions are always being held. |
![]() there was nothing under my skin but light. If you cut me, I would shine. But now when I fall upon the sidewalks of life, I skin my knees. I bleed. |
![]() like the snout of a strange animal shaped like a human arm and dressed in the sleeve of a loose green sweater. |
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