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This Late Night

August 22, 2012

Like so many wooden splinters, I gather up my distracted thoughts. My morning brimming with troubles. I try to silence the need to let them topple and collide at their own will. I could play the hapless bystander, and be. The periphery character in this much too grand tale.

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