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2012-12-03
left behind


You wore headphones and held flowers in your hand on one of those blue-bright days in which the wind blew all the clouds out of the sky. The flowers made me think of an array of satellite dishes. You received transmissions from space, telling you to walk into the windy light. And you left me behind like I was the shadow of something that should always be left behind.


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