Tuesday, August 16, 2005

At this time of day leans with shadows pressing people toward the lake. Light is more in between, above, perplexed by this topography, these structures. In dwelling or about people at this hour are softer, less themselves, willing to start over with, take, this hour. If each structure had a statuette topping its crown- for each an arching nymph or dour maiden of grain- of that many staggered cakes.


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