[swing swing cranes cranes]
[tangerine roof storyline]
i entered the cement the streets wide the familiar. the sun spun out from the realms of the blue sky and what unfolded was a series of occurrences streaming from each other. the whole thing was unexpected the whole thing i was unravelled i saw parts of myself and i saw parts of everything my body heaved a great sigh i left, the memory of the sun beating down on us the stillness on the sidewalk sitting there sitting there i wanted to go back there was more i was feeling so much this huge feeling but at the same time a stretching expanse of stillness through my chest. the tires turned and rolled i passed by trees and buildings hills. when i opened the door the walls were all gone as if to show blatantly say look look at this. and now the sun sets behind the mountain.
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