Saturday, July 26, 2014

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The wind dying, I find a city deserted, except for crowds of
people moving and standing.
Those standing resemble stories, like stones, coal from the
death of plants, bricks in the shape of teeth.
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Keith Waldrop

Keith Waldrop

Emporia, Kansas / United States
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