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2021-05-30
old modesto


Where do early mornings go? The liquor store shadows. I miss a perfect sunshine. Seated, in sobriety, on a bench in Graceda Park. Sunshine, sprinklers, and tranquility. The conspiracy of video games in 1981. Presence of God in 7-Elevens and Radio Shacks of Saturday mornings in America. Skateboards, southern novels, and surf guitar. LP's with transmissions from outer space. Ramona shining in fluorescent grey. I celebrate your record stores. I plot against your city government.


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