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a stranger in a strange land.

The world will forget these children.

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a noise invisible

But there in the dark of a BBC recording was only a young man's madness.

first entry in a new notebook.

All things repeat.

miles

The nights around here are like good poetry.  The phrases are brief and sparkling – never lengthier than the stretch of my headlights through the unwinding roads.

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