Tuesday, October 14, 2008

The Remains of the Day

The boxes collected from nearby beach towns of Jersey or Coney or maybe even Seneca Falls aren't her voice raging with life and insistence on the work of expression nor are they the seeking hand of her last year yearning for someone to hold it nor are they her gorgeous explosive hair refusing ugliness and age but rather singing singing her indefatigable lust for attempting once more something of promise.

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