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March 9, 2018
They march around saturday afternoon as if each leisurely step grows heavier, infront of windows where their reflections shadow what should be anything but dreams draped over manequins and signs that say mothing but 'sale, sale,' into the breeze cutting and jibing through the heavy breaths of the heavy footed crowds all going and opposing in the same way seeing the same things. over coffee there is a slight pause and lightlylaced a breath with the cup settling upon a vaneered table, trying not to make a sound outside of the crowded cafe and crowded streets, for just some peace.