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Aug 01, 2009 10:30

Milk streamed down the side of the building..from the spilled nursing bottle..

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Walking west down Neptune Ave. the sudden dramatic change of feeling, as if the salty ocean dissolved in the mind, or ran down the pavements, dried up, transformation into dirty, weed-encrusted bodegas. The prostitute that stands midway along the ave. drinking some kind of brown liquor out of a coffee cup...a moment of silent commune between us.
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