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9:14 a.m. - 2011-11-14
Now and Then
The dream lies like a puddle. I step carefully over it, onto the safe, dry ground of now. Still, it trails me, forging rivulets into the parched, cracked soil. The sun is electric, burning a desert where once there was green. Still, the memory of rain will not extinguish. I am tracked by the sound of thunder, pursued into the black of night by a tapping on the roof. Even the scent of dew on shrubs haunts the symmetry of my new life. I linger on the in-breath of the humid recollection, filling my soul with the perfume of then.
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