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11.8.99 View Outside my parents' bedroom window there lies a jungle - a tangle of pleasantly overgrown lawn and an outreach of feather-leaved branches praying to sky and sunlight. Beyond the fence and over the rooftop horizon the clouds burn, and darkness envelops the light like a film of ash. Windows glow in dark houses and I close the curtains because I cannot bear to gaze upon such loveliness for very long. |