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Merry bones, bright flowers, food grave men. [Mexico City, Nov 1st] |
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Music beat swaying, heads together, caressing hands. [Mexico City, Nov 2nd] |
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Crosses, gravestones orange petals scattered drying, drifting. [Mexico City, Nov 3rd] |
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Empty cells barbed bands and crowns whitened crypt. [Puebla, Nov 4th] |
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Incense spreads murmured unknown words, a soft touch. [Mexico City, Nov 5th] |
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Sun rising white towers in the haze distant mountains. [Mexico City, Nov 6th] |
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Tall columns grey warriors of stone old as the hills. [Tula Grande, Nov 7th] |
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Deep in the shade old houses... white statues among the trees. [Mexico City, Nov 8th] |
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Wind ripples on shallow pavement pools yellow leaves. [Montreal, Nov 9th] |
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Slowly raking brown leaves, wrinkled face leaden sky. [Montreal, Nov 10th] |
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Backwards in time layer by layer, shards... our traces. [Montreal, Nov 11th] |
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Woven threads run deep, then reappear as story's told. [Montreal, Nov 12th] |
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Lighted windows passed in darkened streets, autumn's chill. [Montreal, Nov 13th] |
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Winter clouds darken rainy streets; day seems done. [Montreal, Nov 14th] |
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Deserted pool brown leaves floating: sudden ripples. [Montreal, Nov 15th] |
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Empty beds burlap bundled trees gusting leaves. [Montreal, Nov 16th] |
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Sweet voices weave their complex tones, then softly blend. [Montreal, Nov 17th] |
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A gentle rose three faces fair with distant gaze. [Montreal, Nov 18th] |
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Twisted trees a dark and narrow path: silent as the tomb. [Montreal, Nov 19th] |
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Awoken in the night to red flashing lights and the smell of smoke. [Montreal, Nov 20th] |
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Black pavement a beggar, cap in hand; swirl of snow. [Montreal, Nov 21st] |
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Drifted snow sun glints bright glass and steel. [Montreal, Nov 22nd] |
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A bitter wind swirls dry snow into my face. [Montreal, Nov 23rd] |
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Slanting sun wide fields of brown a trace of snow. [Calgary, Nov 24th] |
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Bright voices and curling locks dance in golden light. [Calgary, Nov 25th] |
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Gliding swiftly coyote in the almost dark, returns my gaze. [Calgary, Nov 26th] |
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Tall masts rise to tinted clouds and warning, flash. [Calgary, Nov 27th] |
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Lights wander in the black, busy sky beacons flash. [Calgary, Nov 28th] |
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Winding road, in my roving headlights a mist of snow. [Calgary, Nov 29th] |
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White hills, distant windows sparkle in the rosy sun. [Calgary, Nov 30th] |
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