In the sense of the
last words, backing away. In the sense of the stream, warmer. In the
sense of the balloon, fragment. In the sense of the town.
The place is central
to an idea. The idea lends a map. A position based on word continues
by simple process. A painting of a town.
Actually a bicycle
never gave out, the person of the town did. Finally the picture
cleared, speech became language. No one wished to leave the town.
Faced with the basis
of a simple blue sky, some word lent a little. No one knows when to
stop, but they always do. The town means people but do the people
mean town? Politics is politics. It was great seeing you all!
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