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Sunday, February 28, 2010

Tranquility He comes during the rain tonight for tea in the tavern. Smoke rustles from a crumbled chimney, hugged by slate shingles, corralled by copper gutters. Downspouts spew spill from the sky, chugging over his shoes, waking his old feet. Crooked fingers find the brass of the pull on the door.... Sign in to see full entry.

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