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Wednesday, June 26, 2013

A Memoir of the Summer

My ceiling fan broke today.
I lay in the darkness, sweating on top of the sheets while the black weighs heavily down upon me, and imagine it's steady twirl...
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They fixed the ceiling  fan today.
The steady whirring of the blades
eases my tired, harried mind in the darkness

The constant beating of the blades at the air reminds me
some things in life are constant
some things in life are constant
some things in life are constant
some things in life are constant
some things in life are constant