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The taste of an early morning waiting at the bus stop as a child. Summer yielding to Autumn, everything still damp from the night. I can remember this time before - when everything is real, the ghosts of my perception whole! Before the numbing cocoon of routine dulled me to all mundane miracles! Oh, silent god, Honeycrisp, are these the cries of birth or the last gasps of a drowning man!? [NT]
Posted as Paradox by Doxy from 96.37.204.*, on September 29, 12017 at 06:37:39: