Wednesday, January 8, 2025

Harlem soliloquy

Uncle. I don’t know why. Cause a shift in diameter, pudding. The Book of Sand. Sand dunes. One past another. Chain smoker.

Chain smoker

Another

Past

One

Sand dunes

The Book of Sand

Shift

A

Why

Know

I

Uncle

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