Friday, August 7, 2009
Sleeping in the doldrums of summer. I decide august goes by so silently, humble and clear, these few weeks before the proverbial shit hits the very real and in use fan. Before the desperate online searches for previously skimmed textbooks, before bedframes and folders, older sofas, and crap to slap on bare walls. Before the beauty of beginnings, there is an august peace unspoken and overlooked like a carnation in cement cracks.
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