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LA | NY A Special Edition of The East Village
from SAND There is rain at the horizon a chill but the moon, gibbous, is out of sight the tides severe and automatic. Or turn to remove this. You will ask about decay and the rest of the auditors will congratulate a certain spirit they can't help but misquote. In fervent belief. The sharks will rest now but some believe they once growled like wolves and consumed an elephant caught in a renegade tide.