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| Walking Shadows by Jason Ratcliff |
The air casts itself out into breezes.
The skin begins to luster with moister and postures in a sweltering
manner.
Hairs on the forearms glassine with a sheened pigmented
tone.
Breathing is regulated by pedal strokes.
Traveling familiar roads, lights that cast their shadows on
the landscape.
A few things left standing are climbing a unchanging hill to get home.
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