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October 05, 2003
like a brassy reflection
the colors outside appear as if they were reflected in a highly polished brass instrument. All blues and greens have been replaced by warm browns and golds. The air looks as if it could not only carry birds and clouds and little objects riding the wind, but even me, if I jumped out, right now, my arms spread, my eyes closed. (I will probably go back to sleep to imagine just that.)
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