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train museum, strasburg, pa...
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off of route 70 east, new jersey, 06/06/06
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public market. seattle. may 2005.
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Life is an art, not a science. It’s based on feeling, not structure.
words © 2006 by lisa kaczar boyce; photo © 2006 by k. all rights reserved; nothing may be reproduced without written consent of theeverlastingfunstopperFriday, May 05, 2006
ben franklin bridge. philadelphia. april 2006.
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my son's feet
photo © 2006 by k. all rights reserved; nothing may be reproduced without written consent of theeverlastingfunstoppercarousel. hershey, pa.
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the sunset will never charm me........
woke up to fall asleep inside of you,sodden and empty,
drapes barricading achromatic skies.
and the sunset will never charm me again,
since i didn't know you.
so, tonight I'll set out to some lost place.
perhaps near those hemlocks, i'll go
to where I thought i had it all,
on the day that diana died.
the day I walked away,
thumping like a kick-drum behind me.
thumping like a kick-drum.
thumping like a kick-drum.
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