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Tales from Bridge Thirty-Nine
Monday, 12 September 2011
Rainy Monday 8:01am
Raining outside.
That hushed Monday morning quiet.
Even the cars seem muted
on the street below.
Dreams of running along
the beach, a house where
I once lived.
The day stretches, infinite.
5:00pm is a lifetime away.
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