I like it in august with the homeless on the second floor amongst the outdated newspapers from different cities
when at one p.m. outside the heat from beneath your feet is like breathing diesel exhaust
and getting inside to the smell of sanitizer and maybe a few sniffs of the inside of an old book with yellowed pages is as welcomed and familiar as last weeks weather from phoniex
Tuesday, January 13, 2009
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