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Wednesday, 21 May 2008 |
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The day seems in cluttered synchronisity....
People on the bus this morning lacking in coordination, like thimbles rattling in a jar. Schoolkids leaning far out over the prow of the ferry, windswept and exhilirated by the weather...
Cars slinking and quiet along the roads, no noise enough to enter this head.
Proofreading all morning, and watching words slide and be gulped up by the delete key.
Then listening to Vasen on Myspace, the strains of nyckelharpa and the spinetingling joy of polska percussion.
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