Feb 17 2009
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Steps
I find myself carousing tonight by the softest candle-light.
I sit, very much in solitude in a quaint country hotel in my mind. The small publican and I stare out of the open door at the highway, glowing purple in the dusk. Summer’s fading off now, but the night breeze is tolerable. They don’t have electricity this far out in the psyche. Maybe the candles are partially electric anyway.
