Friday, April 22, 2011


The rain spattered down on the granite seaside town, making ten thousand jewels dance in the road. Mixing the breath of the sea and the fields. Glazing over seven terracqueous towns. Further wetting the oldest of fish. Perforating the Great Meniscus of the Floating World. Down came the rain; rinsing the alleyways of the slumbering port of mortal Dreams.

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