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2010-04-27
route discontinued


My raincoat is scented with the history of storms. The hillside is lit up by the invisible university. I drag all my failures into dusk. A tall cup of hot, black coffee will get me through the trees. I wanted to call someone I used to know and tell her about how my breath still fogs the air. I asked a few passers-by for directions to the nearest pay phone. But none of them had ever heard of such a thing.


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