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• haiku

  28 Jan 2010, 5:16 pm /  haiku

  snow falls on our home:
  white quiets even my sigh.
  warm chimney-smoke curls.

  
  

  

  

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• hansosan Says:
  February 4th, 2010 at

  What a contrast. Only a little while back you were overlooking the Avenue with it’s constant stream of cars, trams, would be marathon runners and parking meter men… . Relentless ticking of the radiator and the occasional screech of the elevator. Now this.

  Last time I moved, it was two streets away. A different desk, down the hall. Gi Vaert wel ende levet scone.

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