The air is like wool. It rests on the tabletop city like a stack of felt on a grand piano. Shadows like shark fins carve the buildings into parings of grey light. My hands on the keyboard are so grimy it looks as if I'm wearing gloves.
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20091020-53 (tabletop)
The air is like wool. It rests on the tabletop city like a stack of felt on a grand piano. Shadows like shark fins carve the buildings into parings of grey light. My hands on the keyboard are so grimy it looks as if I'm wearing gloves.
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