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at 5:05 the sky looked as if it had never seen daylight. two hours ago the sun had already set on Wall Street and for once I could celebrate my relative poverty. as the train clamors in the direction of the long-forgotten dusk some other poor soul on the other side of the world is sleeping through sunrise. Paul David Mena 27 October, 1997 Cochituate, MA |
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