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:: Nocturne in D by Taylor Graham ::
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A narrow landscape of cow paths and corridors between buildings locked up tight as canyons, where children draw constellations on blue construction paper and wail to go back home. Somewhere you left your shoes. And now the stars appear, dust on a shiny black table. Where is Orion? North has lost its pointer, you look in vain for the Dipper. Even good dog Sirius has padded off to his cedar bed, leaving you barefoot under stars not yet named for gods or dead heroes. |
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