January 2012
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Porter's Notebook: The Varick Street Choir →
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In the shop, life paced a color at a time.
Each one was first an aluminum plate blasted by the bank of halogens, so much candle-power, a storm of light. Then the plate was taken to the massive press that squatted in the middle of the shop, straining the ink-spattered floorboards. The trestles…
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Porter's Notebook: Boot Heels on the Bar Floor,... →
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“Can you dance?”
Condescending prick, she thinks and looks at his outstretched hand. If this had been the first time she’d seen him, she might have just let it go, hand and offer both.
But she was bored and she’d been watching him. His mouth was set and a little grim, but it still curved at the…
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Porter's Notebook: The Puppeteer's Song →
Oh how this inspires me. ~Aimee~
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On the paths between new shoots of civilization, walked a man with a heavy pack, his steps light despite the weight.
Ribs of the old cities were all that was left: broken spires rising from the ground, half-shattered domes and twisted metal. The shanty-towns peeked from among these like children…
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Enthralled with this. ~Aimee~
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