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We know sprawling lake views are your preference, bridges arching over a still sheet of cerulean, gazing out of wall-sized sixth floor windows at the high beams of the cars driving across like a bright string of Christmas lights, but we think you’ll find this acceptable, this look out across the grainy brown of suburban rooftops, out towards the sky where trees used to tower until they were cut down to make room for hundreds more rooftops. We know waking in the morning to tousled hair and soft low breaths is your preference, after falling asleep to piano ballads or the sound of a typewriter click-clacking frantically from across the room, but we think you’ll find this acceptable, this waking to screams of children and the low growl of various lawn mowers, a suburban symphony in its first movement, slowly crescendoing as emptiness begins clanging on its great guttural timpani. |
How has no one commented on this, your writting efficiency is amazing, good vocabulary, and great visualizations even the title of the piece goes seamless.... BRAVO| Posted on 2010-06-10 00:00:00 | by lone_one | [ Reply to This ] | |