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and then our exile

Saturday, October 08, 2005 at 6:03 p.m.

We both felt quiet and dark, like the pooling rain.
--I'm not coming in, you said. I just wanted to know if you were all right.
--All right?
--Stupid question. You're not all right. I just wanted to see you, John. I was worried you weren't real.
--I'm not. If I could do what I just did, what am I?

The School At Chartres, David Manicom

and then our exile

Saturday, October 08, 2005 at 6:03 p.m.

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