Tuesday, January 05, 2010


fog lifts mountain peaks out of the realm of the real. people move carefully, purposefully towards something in the distance, along imaginary walkways. circulating arms line the horizon performing their rhythmic dance. impassive. unquestionable. graceful watchers. a cathedral raises its arms, lowers its roots, pervades it all. legs dangle over a busy bar. a red wine is poured. hearts beat dissonant. guitars and bulls.

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