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LA | NY A Special Edition of The East Village
Mournfully, but that starts us toward prejudice. Possibly everything soaks up quickly, without trace. It may be the military, the featureless flats, the easy silhouettes, or researchers perhaps. Though some say things (events) happen in sets of three others say that an event (thing) far away removes pressure from other things (events) about to occur nearby. On the occasion of slow-moving cells, from the northwest, which happen without musical assistance, darker than the back of a house. A shadow, flat on rippled steel, and if that's not poetic enough, a sound, flat in waves of rain, the coastal the upslope winds, someone whispers a mile away. As if air could gather. The stealth of, not silence but flatness. Yet some things are mournful. Humidity too, a sudden voice out of sleep. Slow-moving researchers, cells too passive, a silver sleep, a silver wind, a silver watch, a camera.