Without knowing when is certainly not specific to the border. Love under hanging developed different systems of interpretation. The way in which we grasp reality coming out of the streets, every house a saloon, deserves examination. The many undecipherable formed a single roar. The speculative, paradoxical shadow glided down upon them. I surprised an ancient gravelly beach in a deep, still eddy, the circle of his vision. I presume he had angled there for privacy thus intruded upon. At one point, an eagle sprang from the top of them. A kingbird gave chase, flashes of like and dislike.

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[nico vassilakis]

your writing grabbed a pinch of my bag, sucker