Sunday, May 18, 2008
Life's Moments
Gray sits upon the city, thick, sodden gray anchored by skyscrapers piercing from below, and he who sits at his desk in the office above, does not notice the streaking lights of cars on the freeway below. Rain pelts my windshield. Wipers that scrunch, scrunch are very little help. I lean forward and...
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