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I caught a glimpse of Elvis the other day. He was overlooking a garden from a distant picture window. The scent of freshly brewed coffee painted the air and everything seemed almost blue
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A Passing Glimpse
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Twenty-five cent chipped china that someone once served his best Valentines dinner on. Carefully handwritten names and dates under each precisely placed snapshot show life’s journal of the journey. That song about that summer is remembered as the delicate tick from the second hand marks off another. Her costume jewelry dances in slow motion, quietly slowing time.
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Neighborhood Schizophrenia. Neon Schemes. Never Scheduled.