That One Time on Dekalb

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Wooden beams and floors, teal sneakers moved to a beat and the texture of your hair in your face as you moved, dancing, sweating, me, standing, swaying, curious and unnoticed, like the slices of orange and pieces of string holding everything together. A stomping pulse and something changing, feeling still and alone and happy in the midst of this moving, breathing thing. A breath of fresh air unusually clean and lights lights lights sparkling across the horizon.       (June 18th, 2010)

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