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15 September 2008. Gulls guard gray, all facing east on pale 7-eleven cornice line--or is it simply a strip of aluminum molding along run of roof? All take flight but one, grayer than the rest...
A Russian tale, somewhere in the Crimea. Koktebel--a place of myth--the stone house, dry hills, wind-blown sea...
Girl in white--early Soviet, or a t-shirt maybe--BVD--where the touch of soft cotton, a strand of hair, milk...
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