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the kitchen windows, squeaking rags. a light shines through tiny handprints on the glass to avoid with the windex. ext: a dilapidated soccer field with horses enter procession. dressing gowns made of impervious cellophane on the shoulders of dewy-mouthed girls in the twilight (make sounds like vending machine products and elementary-school classrooms during the lunch hour. (they don’t eat INSECTS like they used to) hint: the theme is preservation, i believe. of laugh and eyelash; watery insides and the peculiar odor of camaraderie and everything that is pleasant or feels like camp-ground pebbles in your heels. that the boy and i preserve them until authorities (time and space and burt reynolds) are on everyone else’s side again.
by The JavaScript Source
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