pebble.
chewing gum pushed hard into the concrete.
pistachio nut shell, i wish i had some pistachio nuts.
dried leaf.
another leaf.
another pebble.
dirt from other shoes.
the bottom of the railing to my right.
specs of space dust fallen from forever, i dream.
the scuff marks on the dried dirt.
pebble.
i wish i could lift my head.
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Written March 20th, 2006
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I really love this. There is a unique personal touch to it, like youre looking into the mind of the narrator. Truely lovely! I adore you for this
i esspecially like how you keep refering back to the pebble. pebble. another pebble. pebble. just so creative! great work!

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