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Niceberg Vollmond

October 3, 2009


When it gets cold it gets quiet. Vocal chords of braying youths and hollering galoots tighten up. Wind sweeps the sound away between collars and bottlenecks. Tables are brought back inside. The Niceberg full moon shines on an empty corner.

flameI came in to the warmth and tried to make pictures flicker keeping my shivering hands still.

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But what was this, a bug? Thieving the focus? Some pokey little boxfish type bug?

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No. A single grain of rice with a name written on it above the turrets of some distant land.

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Or a Warsteiner sign eying the flame through my window and remembering the winter to come.

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