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Solstice Glistened streets below an ever intrusive eye... peering through windows and doors... and into rooms of seventies green, and plaid rag carpet. Music pours over the afternoon, and onto concrete porches. charcoal, and exhaust, and dancing... for hours and without end. Children and fire hydrants. And then evening with damp, stale air invades with its catatonic magic... And so ends this summer dream. |
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