behind the tool shed........Like the clamor of repeated efforts to retrieve an important file
at the mercy of the mechanics, ...................from a suddenly inaccessible hard disk
across the river ......................or the endless screech
rain................................ of a modem continually unable
cold water......................to connect to its provider,
over the flaming Berkeley Hills..... the noise,
blood stains....................intensifying with every bump,
brown grass on the hills.............was unbearable.
a flowered dress..............
.................I stopped the car and got out;
sleep............................lay flat on the ground
background noise............examining the underside of the car.
low flying planes.............Nothing was visibly wrong.
a knife with a black handle........ the smell of green grass.......... warm sun......................... a red front door................ cold cereal........................ working............................ and seep in your soul.................... a white shirt....................... making love...................... the children laughing.......... blue jeans......................... potato soup...................... the unbidden flood............... unblunted by the sound of real voices
footprints.......................... unwashed windows........... a dark corner.................... the pine trees overhead...... walking............................. riding................................ the horizon........................

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