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Monday, September 29, 2008

Seattle, early morning.

he Cascades were unusually lit this morning;
the clouds had backed off appropriately
and stuck to the city.

The day seemed to exist only at the base.

Evidence, perhaps, that from time to time,
even the gods know enough not to blanket
something capable their own weather.
Posted by Anonymous at 12:23 AM

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