Wednesday, May 14, 2008
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I am turning the dial on the radio—switching stations looking for some music to listen to. It is late at night and the lamplight in my hotel room casts steep shadows.
I listen to each station for a few seconds before deciding to change it. I have been reading Rimbaud and the mood hangs heavy in the room, the images still lingering in my mind.
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8/9/2025 3:07:11 PM # 1.0.0
gripping write, where the mind takes can be a sumptious journey smiffy