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Wednesday 1 July 2009

Fifty Odd Words No. 20

Summer hangs in the room like a crucifixion, saline beads drop to the dust, leaving little grey freckles. They are the tears of my frustrated endeavours. The package would hold were it not for my exertion. It levers, some time after I began, onto the temporary platform.

I am going away now, I will be gone a while.

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