the light at the beginning of Fall here in the qua at times assumes a magical quality...here's a shot of the ol' Greeley Barn from three years ago...this past month and especially the last couple of days the light has had this amazing magical quality...as I write here in the late awake from the insomnia that has driven me mad...the sexy sound of the crickets outside...the nothingness of the sound of the fan...the lights shining into the abyss....no connection with the world accept my imaginatiion and the book, I am reading already dead...my words have been stale for quite sometime bought on a world that mainlines image and cellphone bytes to the vein...still, however, I keep to my craft no matter how broken I am or stale the words have become and there is strength in that like the light at the beginning of Fall...
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