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there is a yellow cloud outside. the sky is blue, light skyblue sky, only a little dark like winter skies usually are. windows are orange as if the rooms were burning fires. laughter spills from the window farthest right; a girl brushes her hair a man washes a pan a broken fan dances this way then that. a black cat standing twelve feet below laps up milk not caring if the world were damned.
it is 12 degrees celsius, the sun has dropped off the los angeles sky; the wind is creating a ruckus blowing inside out, night wrapping round chilly and loud. the noise my head plays is not a sound.
but everything is fine when the windows are orange and there's a yellow cloud in the sky.
if you thought of nothing and just stood here, stood for the whole night surrounded by the winter and warmth of other people's lives, and the cat who knew you just about, you,
you would be fine.
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| | Posted 3/27/2009 12:44 AM - 88 Views - 14 eProps - 9 comments
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