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We Stopped at Perfect Days
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We stopped at perfect days and got out of the car. The wind glanced at her hair. It was as simple as that. I turned to say something--
Richard Brautigan
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Monday, January 13, 2003 |
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Read poems about / on: car, hair, wind
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