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Nov 17, 2009 00:03

The streetlights do funny things, these days. Against the light the falling strings of rain made a pattern like corduroy. Trees in front of one are illuminated, just enough, so as to create an eerie disc of branches, lending the illusion that they grew as such. Like they responded to the streetlight, enmasking it but drawn inwards nonetheless.
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