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[e_m_constantine]

In the morning, an electric-pink flash. Then a crack in the sky that shakes the whole house with sound-waves. The rain thrums on the roof, which is only a few feet from my head as I lie in bed listening. It makes the second-floor apartment in the city sound more like an old moldy cabin in the woods, which, of course, I wish it was. The big

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[soymilksavvy]

dear doug,
your writing is beautiful.