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Polaroid. . .When Life is a Yellowed Photograph April 19, 2010

Posted by icelikediamonds in Uncategorized.

Nothing. It’s warm. It’s quiet.  It’s not quite the same as I thought it would be. There is a sense of. . . waiting. Like some kind of waiting period. A waiting period that may not ever end. It just stretches out and on until forever.  It’s vast, but not like the ocean. . that has fish in it.

It’s a little like napping in the sinking sunlight that time of day between afternoon and evening, at that time of the year that’s not-quite-still-summer-but-not-quite-fall-yet-either. It’s not so unpleasant, but it’s a sort of emptiness. You can see the dust floating in the air.

Nothing. It’s warm. It’s quiet. There is a sense of waiting. . .



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