chocolate shop beckoned. Delicious plans were afoot. "Gourmet chocolate vending machines!" the handsome young owner shared.
Oh, but we had those too. Sprinkled across subway platforms, for a nickel, then a dime and then for a precious quarter, a small delight of luxurious heaven awaited.
a found poem via facebook pics - polar skeletons wander the thin ice soon a drowning doom. droughts and elephants die; dry meat in the sands for scavengers. in venice, the aqua alta higher...
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