Daybreak on Circus Street

I have a premonition of retrospect – the way I’ll look back on these mornings, shattered and chattering, salt crusting on skin as we share in our strange communion.

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We Won’t Be Druv

Remember, remember! As if we could ever forget how quickly anticipation turns to exuberance, the rolling of distant drums and the first firecracker flinches.

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