Friday, 3 February 2012
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A taste I bit into, reminded me of a certain dusk. Stretched chewing gum like shadows had grown through the powdery golden light, making them seem like they were setting out to find something that skipped the bustling minds of their owners. It was soft and undemanding, this dusk. Soft like the gargle in an old man's voice.
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