A breath of light caustically effecting one idea or another. Painful as growth stirs the imagination. A mental exercise meant to open the possibilities in my mind. Shaking my foundation down to China till it kicks me in the stomach and I question everything except the rust on my '86 Dodge Colt. Lura. 1996
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