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oregon_coast
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ever dumbening
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perfectly clear sky, save for the seven decaying wave-like bands of cirrus. a former fish's ribcage ascends to its final float. clear-cut bands, a razor across a green face. stubble starts, hopeful. drive-thru espresso, the road is calling.
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060910
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ever dumbening
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a strong sense of deja vu, a shady stretch of road, filtered light, where the speed limit seemed too high or too low, in a place called perpetua, appropriately enough. a gash of earth and angry stone, slurping spitting coughing, water-cut from above and below. the swell's constant pounding, occasionally with just the right angle, brings the deep resonance of a huge taiko drum. cook's chasm: an experiment in impermanence. a fast tasty meal in a small town. a simple sign of love, a couple in their fifties holding hands across the table before the efficient waitress arrives. slow-low absorption slow-low release
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060922
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ever dumbening
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crossing the 45th parallel, halfway between here and there.
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060922
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what's it to you?
who
go
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blather
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