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eleven august
eleven : forty-seven p.m.
the bottles arranged on the windowsill. and in the morning, sun shining through.
you in your red pants, standing on the brick stairs. looking in the windshield of a passing car. one hand on the doorknob, the other frozen mid-wave.
and the way you dance while driving.
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