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Tenebrae 15 Mar 2012 Tag: Nostalgia

A You Can't Hear the Ocean Again

The sound of the coast has gone, eroded in granules of amber and lasting impressions of brine. Much like a vanishing postcard, sent by your favorite magician, the sound of the coast has gone. Gone with the pages of pictures and faces you’d like to remember, eroded in granules of...

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Tenebrae 28 Jan 2012 Tag: Nostalgia

A We'll Meet at the Last Cafe

We’ll meet at the town of the last café then take in a poetry reading, We’ll take in a picture of city lights and put this to frame like the others. The others are still, and snowy motifs. We’ll meet at the crossroad of cake and way, and full-on Italian outlets, where candlelit...

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