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2005 05 23
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Swooping past I stared in amazement, craning my neck. If only we needed a place for butterflies, for unanswerable spectacle, for zeppelins. I could see a hole in one of the panes, a cheated reflection that somehow made the fragile skin even more beautiful. These enigmatic lost structures populate our city like bubbles on glass.
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