"I always thought paradise would be a kind of library." Jorge Luis Borges
Tuesday, November 20, 2007
walking home on tuesday nights makes me notice things.
the heaviness of days of passersby pressed the leaves so close to the shining-from-the-rain- slippery-night-sidewalk that they were almost one except for the delicate veins reaching out wondering where they had fallen
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