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[ayamcs]

There are times, in the dry, slanted heat of a late Friday afternoon, that this quaint and cultured town gives way to the lush green of a million new leaves, the light glows gold, the shadows dance upon warm pavement, pocked and dotted with discarded gum, and I can almost believe that I am somewhere else. Some half-dilapidated industrial town in the 70's, the wide divided boulevards filled with the scents of incense and sweat.

And in these times, I feel that nothing has ever been bad, that nothing will ever go wrong again.

maya