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Image of the Catcher Our condition is that of friends on a porch talking. Coffee, late night. Slight rain incisive. Anything with an edge dissolves, as though light stopped at the surface, not the core. So to stay indoors propped up with intention – Nokes The decade’s passing wonders in remainder bins. What was not to be, what was never again performed, arrived as collision. Detroit – convalescence of orange and blue. Your thunder, prodigious rumble, an urban rattling.

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