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Shot down by 399 on a 100 model

Years of searching and quiet pining, closed out and up within a harried rush of an hour in the city's mean streets. Only an hour to double check and recast doubt. Nothing needed or used outside the confirmation.

Two past noon, and the sweat trickling down the face only started when the feet stopped. Fleeing from the throng flooding the foyer, a casual pace through an emptied space wrote a line on the mind. Last night is now today and today will never be here again. The past has said so itself.

Squinting in the window, a blue eyeball. No need for a closer inspection. Time for browsing, non-existent. Make like a bandit. In with a blaze, dropping the old yellow faces in a group of eight and then bolting back out for the train back up the hill.

What lies ahead now is challenging the shutter.

Soon Van - Thursday, July 7, 2005 - 08:20

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