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behind the tool
shed........Like the clamor of repeated efforts to retrieve an
important file at the mercy of the mechanics, ...................from a suddenly inaccessible hard disk across the river ......................or the endless screech rain................................ of a modem continually unable cold water......................to connect to its provider, over the flaming Berkeley Hills..... the noise, blood stains....................intensifying with every bump, brown grass on the hills.............was unbearable. a flowered dress.............. a glass of beer.................I stopped the car and got out; sleep............................lay flat on the ground background noise............examining the underside of the car. low flying planes.............Nothing was visibly wrong. a knife with a black handle........ the smell of green grass.......... warm sun......................... a red front door................ cold cereal........................ working............................ and seep in your soul.................... a white shirt....................... making love...................... the children laughing.......... blue jeans......................... potato soup...................... the unbidden flood............... unblunted by the sound of real voices footprints.......................... unwashed windows........... a dark corner.................... the pine trees overhead...... walking............................. riding................................ the horizon........................ |