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When No Star Shined

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Once, when no star shined on slick, black, asphalt roads, the murky wetness of November's watered nights a freedom-feeling and strangeness-sense inspired. The moisture lubricated sluggish cogs that all the dirty, dry, autumn season had rusted tight and atrophied. Wildness no man can tell I knew then. All November's labored length my nightly notions filled: my bacchic spirit soared and flew, traveled far, in waking dream, along a single street, wet and splotched with light from cars which coughed their fumes as they passed my momentary immortality. And now... time has come when I no longer feel delight to revel in the wildness that I knew: senses, subordinate to sense, defuse the spell; now, November nights are merely murky.

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Date: 1/26/2012 4:42:00 PM
senses, now subordinate to sense, defuse the spell at wisdom's true, yet memories still linger, only slightly dulled by the passage of time. Imagination still takes flight.
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Date: 6/15/2011 7:44:00 AM
wow. I really enjoy the read of talented writers. To be pulled in at the opening of this piece and to be carried so well throughout the work takes a special skill that you show here. Very good work!
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