Sunday, August 26, 2012

something flickered at the edges of conscious perception.

a hay bale. 
a farm in the middle of the city.
the sound of the highway in the distant,
the very dimness of the lights.
rum and coke. 
a polaroid picture. (a memoir flouting in my handbag)
a one night adventure. 
something you can't recreate.

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